Meet George Bailey & Merry Christmas!

"Would You Like To Celebrate With Me? Then take me home. Merry Christmas!"

Says the sign this tree was wearing.

For those who follow via FB... nothing new here, I guess. But there is "magic" to come around George...

On 21st Ingo came home around 4:30. 04:40 I went to fetch some more shopping from his car. When he left, he just saw a girl standing there with her cellphone, I saw this fella. Went home, got the cam to take a pic.
On the way back I felt "sorry" for that little, lonely tree.

So... Ingo got dressed, too, - ya, know, boots, muffler, cap, glovies - and we brought the little tree home.
George now:

George???

What might´ve happened? Maybe he was bought by one person and the partner had had the same idea, two trees for Christmas? So, they sat down and came up with this clever, cute idea?

And the tree,like the love-lock, waited just for me? Ok, I shouldn´t take myself that serious. But... ya know. Being not able to see family due to being sick and contagious...
This tree, who lost heaps of his needles in the apartment on his way to the balcony, makes me - us - smile every time we enter the living room and see him sitting on the balcony-table.

He´s a little crooked and all - often things like that end up in my place.

And yes. In German trees are male.

Well. So the next day - Saturday, Ingo had to work... peeps, things happen!!! But step by step:
After work we went and bought stuff for the tree: Red Christmas ornaments, golden lametta, lights and a silver heart.
When we stepped outside, Ingo realized ... Red and Gold - the colors of the Flaming Heart he presented me with last year.

Last year. When we knew Mum won´t make it.
Now the colors are back.
With an awry, little tree asking me to take him home.
Mum?
Bro believes when you die, you´re not gone, "somehow/something/Souls" stay and watch.

Gold... Actually I don´t like gold.
My Dad was a traditional man, I got a ring of white gold after some fights on my 21st for my 30´s birthday and this has a story, too, concerning his death.

Ingo also told me he learned that day the day before some people were told they´ll loose their job on January 31st.
Really? Do you have to tell them this before Christmas?

Well. Dad used to watch It's a Wonderful Life every Christmas-season. "The film is considered one of the most loved films in American cinema, and has become traditional viewing during the Christmas season." Last one goes for Germany, too. Or for my family.

Germans, like French, Italians, Spanish... have no choice. They get translated everything to their language.
So I bought the DVD and watched it in the original when Ingo was at work - and when Ingo asked me to give "that tree" a name... well. George Bailey it was. So... Merry Christmas from Ingo, George Bailey and I:

Ingo soldered a bit so George, though being outside alone, can have his lights on and the door is closed.

Really. This is a very cute Christmas story. I´ll ring a bell now, so an Angel can get his wings!