The photo above was taken at 5:30 this morning, right before I made coffee and stared at the tree in silence.
The silence was broken at 6:15, but will be quickly reassembled in approximately one hour and ten minutes.
Merry Christmas to one and all from the Pudding family.
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Merry Christmas Angie!!!
Been there, done that, on to Boxing Day here already – but have a good one, FP, and thanks for all the fun.
Merry Christmas, Puddings!
Saw an Elvis tree skirt at Walgreen’s last night. Just sayin’… bet it’s half price today.
Merry Christmas to you, too! Your tree looks lovely. Hope Santa brought all of the Puddings their hearts desire.
Merry Christmas and Happy, Happy New Year and new ear for the kitty!!
The tree is beautiful, but a little slutty having lost her skirt. Probably drank too much ‘eggnog’. Next thing you know, she’ll be dancing on the tables and seducing your ficus. She’ll wake up ashamed and hardly able to remember the holiday.
This, of course, is why Christmas trees wear skirts in the first place – to preserve the somberness of the special day.
Next year, you’ll know.
(Long time, no comment. Hope you are all well. Happy New Year from a ghost of blogging past.)