Have yourself a merry little Christmas Tree

I love putting up my Christmas tree. 

Actually, I love having the kid who delivers it on a bicycle put it in the stand for me. What I actually like personally is decorating it.

I'll put on Bing Crosby, Dolly Parton, Judy Collins, Nat King Cole, Linda Ronstadt, and whatever else in my extensive collection of Christmas CD's (old school!) strikes my fancy, and don my tree with the gay (in the old school, "Deck the Halls" sense of the word gay) apparel I've accumulated over the years.

Here's this year's edition, which will enjoyed by a gathering of family this evening. 

Actually, the observant among you will recognize that this is NOT this year's edition of my Christmas tree. It's a Charlie Brown Christmas tree, which mine, as you can see, is most decidedly not.

This is mine.

It arrived, delivered via bicycle, with a bit of snow on the branches. The snow wasn't from Boston. It was from Maine, where the tree had been cut the day before and trucked down to Boston in the morning. So, fresh. Very fresh.  

As my trees always are, it ain't perfect. But it's pretty close. Other than for the uneven placements of the ornaments, with spots that are overcrowded and others that are underserved.

Not to say that my tree is any better than Charlie Brown's (even though, let's face it, Charlie's is a little sad). It's just that I like mine. And all those glorious ornaments wouldn't fit on CB's sparse little fir. They all don't even fit on mine. 

But enough of them do to make it a merry little Christmas tree.

And with that, Pink Slip wishes a very Merry Christmas to those who observe in a religious and/or secular sense.

In keeping with Pink Slip tradition, we're taking the week off and will return in the new year.

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Image Source for Charlie Brown Christmas Tree: Ross Tree