12-02-13

Not a fan of the bristly needles of the fake tree, love the lack of fresh pine smell.  Not a fan of the work to decorate the house, love the collective years of memories as they get unpacked.  Not a fan of the family trying to weed out my favorite ornaments, love the set of faceless angels that remind me of my willow tree angels.  Not a fan of all the Christmas tasks looming ahead, but love the soft glow of the white lights on the tree.