A little noble tree. The stand balanced on an old maple stool – which recently held our wedding cake, wrapped in a white swiss dot. Draped in colored lights and silver garland. Topped with a little golden star.
Lewis-the-cat assists. Gilbert looks on. Savannah sleeps with her head under a blanket. Hot buttered rum and a cranberry-vodka-concoction. Tired feet, light hearts. 
Merry Christmas, little tree.
Merry Christmas, loved ones!
Merry Christmas to my Gentleman! So many gifts he gives to me.
