Captains Log: Stardate 12:21:23 25 days and nights have now passed since Sara drove us in the old family truckster to lay claim to her majestic tree. Now, with only 4 more sleeps and sweet dreams of sugarplums dancing in our heads, I once again went to try and bring life to this barren tree. As I was preparing to bring my touch to this green beauty, I kept hearing a squeaky sound coming from the tree. Sara said at my advancing age that I couldn’t hear a dump truck driving through a nitroglycerin plant, but alas, I continued my investigation anyway. After a digging around and no longer hearing anything, I was ready to concede, when suddenly….SQUIRREL!!!!! I think it’s about time to fix myself a cup of eggnog, drive this thing to the middle of nowhere and leave it for dead.