Tree Day came early this year. GLORY!
Maybe it was the pout. Maybe it was the incessant sighing. Maybe it was the chorus of small violinists exiting my home after a lesson exclaiming they had an entire Tree Village of their own. From the mouths of children! Kids, my many thanks for softening my husband's cold, cold, cold Christmas-Tree heart.
My tree, she's gettin' dolled up tonight!
PS: Arden, thank you for the perfect tree. Christmas can now proceed. *smooch*