Too late to do anything about it now, though. I had to go with this flawed creation, and hope it wasn’t TOO awful. I couldn’t tell anymore, of course. I was too close to it. As it turned out, it was quite well accepted, and did turn out to be the annual tradition I had earlier envisioned. I imagine that it will still be around after one hundred years, being placed on whatever tree my distant relatives, great nieces or nephews, erect for the holidays. I could actually track it through time, because of the Pym particles used. They impart a particular signature, which is traceable through the temporal dimensions. Everybody found it to be utterly charming. It was embarrassing to have them talk about it. Eventually, I came to see how perfectly off it was. Every part was meticulously crafted to a polished perfection, but the whole of it was nearly haphazard in appearance. I realized, finally, that it really was a master work, the result of a gift that I didn’t even know I had received. As time went on, it became a repeatable thing. So long as I did my best, the result would be not what I meant to do, but something better. It was the best Christmas ever, really.
Too late to do anything about it now, though. I had to go with this flawed creation, and hope it wasn’t TOO awful. I couldn’t tell anymore, of course. I was too close to it. As it turned out, it was quite well accepted, and did turn out to be the annual tradition I had earlier envisioned. I imagine that it will still be around after one hundred years, being placed on whatever tree my distant relatives, great nieces or nephews, erect for the holidays. I could actually track it through time, because of the Pym particles used. They impart a particular signature, which is traceable through the temporal dimensions. Everybody found it to be utterly charming. It was embarrassing to have them talk about it. Eventually, I came to see how perfectly off it was. Every part was meticulously crafted to a polished perfection, but the whole of it was nearly haphazard in appearance. I realized, finally, that it really was a master work, the result of a gift that I didn’t even know I had received. As time went on, it became a repeatable thing. So long as I did my best, the result would be not what I meant to do, but something better. It was the best Christmas ever, really.