My Christmas tree.
It’s a real tree this year, a Douglas fir. It’s the first year I’ve had a real tree here. The first year we lived here, I had the infamous hanger tree. The one Morgan called insane, until her friends loved it, then suddenly it was cool and she asked for it again this year. But I wanted a real tree. I’ve always loved real trees, and this year since I had someone to help me manhandle a real tree, here it is!
With twenty feet of popcorn garland with cranberries and dried oranges, limes, and lemons.
Gingerbread men, cookie stars, and candy canes.
And Spiderman (and Star Wars and Disney–from the kids’ childhood days) and some old ornaments I hand-made years ago.
I’ve been loving it.
(Ross and Morgan will be here. No Weston this time, he can’t get leave for Christmas.)