Okay, the tree is up. Crooked, but up. Maybe even getting a wee bit crookeder every time I look over there. But still up.

No, technically it doesn’t yet have lights or decorations or ornamentation of any kind, but it is in the house and standing in a little vat of water. How much more do you really expect of us in one week?

And how does one little tree manage to shed pine needles on every bit of floor in a twelve foot radius? How? (Okay, I suspect the children may be involved in the widespread distribution of the pine needles. But still: trees that have been cut down and put indoors are messy things. No wonder we only get one once a year.)