It was decided that this year we would get our first-ever REAL holiday tree. While I love our wee, lime green glitter tree, I was very excited at the idea of the pine-scented reality. We hit the urban evergreen forest where Rosebud fell in love with a white pine.
Piney was transformed in our livingroom with sparkly, colored lights and ornaments collected over the years. The highlights of the latter include spray-painted music cassettes from the Pregnant Christmas, which read "Happy holidays 2002 from Papa M, Rockmama, and ???", a vintage, metal treble clef, and a tinfoil angel that has miraculously survived since Papa M's childhood.