This year, new story. As you can see, the tree is up. Decorations are adorning the Morris shack, and carols have been heard drifting down the hall occasionally. What a difference a year makes!
My friends give me crap about my tree. I like the "formal" look, with a theme to the decorations, ribbons instead of an angel on top, streamers, matching lights that blink in order, even some scrappy looking glitter-covered greenery.
I guess it doesn't look as homey as some like it, but it's really beautiful. Probably the prettiest tree I've ever seen, even if I do say so myself. A couple of years ago, Dr. Mike pulled out a wad of dollar bills, bit holes in the middle, and poked them onto the branches to give it a more homey look. (actually it just made it look like Uncle Sam's tree) I still have the dollar bills and am careful to put them back on the tree whenever he and Paula are here.
The simpler trees with homemade ornaments, the big colorful bulbs, a star on top and strung popcorn are really appealing too. I love 'em both.
Em and I have come up with a compromise. Upstairs, we'll have a tree like this one. Downstairs, the homemade kind. Which kind do you like most?
I still have a lot of shopping to do, but I'm one of those you see in line at 5:59 pm on Christmas Eve with a basketful of stuff and a 12-roll pack of wrapping paper. Yep, that's me.