Few things bring me more joy throughout the holiday season than my neighbor's baby blue spruce all dressed up in its party clothes. This certainly isn't the biggest display on the block, and it's not even the biggest tree on the parcel, it's just some little dude in the corner of the flower bed, donning a single string of old fashioned lights, with a pointy glass topper -- just a tiny showcase on a sleepy street that gives me a reason to pause and take in the splendor of the moment, and I absolutely love him.
Wishing you all a season full of love, and wonder, and joy.
