When I was still living at home, every Christmas my mom and I would get into this bargaining session about what to put on top of the tree. I liked the classic star, she has this "ball skewered on an icicle" thing that she likes. Back and forth, this one this year, that one next year, on and on.

By the time I moved out, my sister had already had two kids. Christmas comes around and mom is thrilled because now that I'm out, there's no one to have the tree top debate with and she can do what she wants (Dad never really cared which tree top was used.) Dad does mention though that Geoffrey, the younger grandson, said that he likes the star top on the Christmas tree. Mom gives me a suspicious look, as if I had something to do with it (which, coincidentally, I didn't, but....)

I just smile and tell her "The Force can have a strong influence on the weak mind."