Surely you didn’t think that just because we’re not home for Christmas, Mark wouldn’t want to get a tree…and decorate it in his usual subtle and restrained manner…
It’s a lovely little thing, only just grazing the ceiling. 🙂 We spent the evening decorating it, and greeting two inn guests, poor things, who managed to struggle here even through the positively ridiculous cold. It’s 23 degrees out there, and VERY windy, and getting colder, most likely.
We’ve got all the faucets in the inn dripping, so the pipes don’t freeze. I wore long underwear and fingerless gloves all day, and never went outside, except for one minute helping get the tree out of the car. Brr!
Very Christmas-y!
