O Christmas Tree

The weekend after Thanksgiving, the boys helped John and I set up our new Christmas tree. If you remember from last year, new is because I had yet to buy or own a tree short enough for the house I live in. Somehow, as I look at a 8 ft tree in the store, my mind's eye pictures our ceilings towering far above it while the 6 ft tree is barely taller than me. So it was that we would get home and inevitably celebrate another Christmas with a half assembled tree as the ceilings turned out not to be 10 ft tall and the top section of pre-lit evergreen had to remain in the box. This year I was determined to learn from my mistakes, as all incredibly wise people do, and bought a 6.5ft tree that fits perfectly in our front room. With a red star and a hodgepodge of ornaments ranging from sentimental to "seriously...you are going to put a swan on the tree?", it is perfect and as I told Joshy, our house just feels like Christmas. We even managed to get our stockings hung, though not by the chimney with care, but with $2.99 garland and twist tie bows tied to our rail. After it was done, I just sat down in a chair and stared, my heart so happy to see the tree complete and up well before December 23. Now we just have to figure out where we put that tree skirt...