“How did it get so late so soon?”
― Dr. Seuss

Confession. We’re on our fourth married Christmas and we’ve yet to have our own Christmas tree…and I love Christmas trees! From their smell to their cozy glow when all gussied up, I absolutely adore the things. Therefore, since we are at least an ocean away from mooching off of our relatives’ arboreal goodness, this year I’ve declared that we are going to grow up and get one of our own.

It might be three inches tall and look like Charlie Brown’s justly famous twig, but by golly it’s happening.