Thish ish my Trishmas tree, if shoe shink it rooksh a little
slurry you shood she it from swear I am!!!
Before my mate and I started this project we stocked up with 700 bottles of wine, there were Reds, Whites, Sweet, Dry and every known grape variety was represented, some was consumed chilled, some at room temperature, and
lots of it was just slurped up happily.
We worked diligently at the task of consuming the contents of these bottles, so that we could construct our Christmas Tree, for several weeks pausing only when a blissful state of unconsciousness was reached.
There have been whispers, that this project was only undertaken for the joy of consuming all that wine, and that we would have been better served by going out and buying a Christmas tree, our answer to this is best summed up with a loud resounding BBBURRRPP.
To each their own, we have a letter of commendation from the Wine Council of Australia, some very good friends at the local bottle shop and even a few neighbors who did a late night shift with us occasionally who all think that our tree deserves a place in the local history archives.
Christmas Carols for the Disturbed
Do You Hear What I Hear?
We Three Kings Disoriented Are
I Think I'll be Home for Christmas
Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me
Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores
and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and
then sit in the corner and cry
Santa Claus is Coming to Town to Get Me
Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire
You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll Tell
Silent night, Holy oooh look at the froggy - can I have a chocolate, whyis
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,