The boy scouts worked really hard to put this on my handlebars. We had one to choose the garland, one to wire it down, one to hold, and two troop moms to make the bow. By the end we were all excited. Awesome! I had the merriest bike in town. Off I rode.
The next day, my hands started itching. Then my arms starting itching. Then I had hives up and down. Hmmm… maybe it was my laundry detergent, or my soap, or my sheets. I changed them all. Nope.
Something I ate? I went over my diet for the past week. Nope.
I put on some lotion. Nope.
I lowered my head and looked at my handlebars … the wreath 
I’m still scratching. ‘Needles’ to say, the boy scouts’ wreath is in the dumpster. Oh well. Merry Christmas.
