I heart the winter holidays. I have no religious affiliation whatsoever, but come November (okay okay, come August), we’ve got Bing Crosby and Ella Fitzgerald on the iTunes, and I am practically waiting on the sidewalk on the day the trees go on sale.
And that’s exactly what I did. Noah and I went to choose the tree, this year it’s a silver fir, and in spite of the snafu regarding my precious ornaments and a horrible, nasty and damp cellar, it turned out beautifully. I heart the tree!