Over the last few nights we've been putting up a tree. A bright bright white tree.
Last night we hung the last acorn, ball, and bow... and Jason crowned it with a star.
There is something about a beautified (when lit, fluorescent) tree and garlands made of paper chains and pine-boughs that breaths comfort and happiness into a home. It's like walking into a big hug. We're thinking we might be leaving it all up until it's time for us to move out.
All I know is we love Christmas! It's merry and very bright; two things we really appreciate.
Oh. And I also know that Jason got a haircut and shaved off his whole beard. And if I'm telling the truth, I kind of miss it. The scruff, not the unruly head of hair—although the bed head had been quite fantastic lately.
Maybe after I vacuum I'll show off the rest of the joint.
But for now consider yourself hugged. By our Christmas tree.