Y'know, I love my itty bitty tree. Our tree is about 3 feet tall and sits on a table so our Thundering Herd won't knock it over. I made a lot of the little ornaments to go on it, and that's been our tree for 10 Christmases. One year I thought, maybe we can get a little bigger tree. Mister agreed and I went to look for one. I found one and just as I was about to pick up the box and put it in the cart, I was overcome with guilt. I didn't want that tree. I wanted my itty bitty tree. That was MY tree, goshdarnit! So ever since then, I have not wanted any other tree.

The one year it got knocked over, though, it wasn't one of the dogs. It was Mister. And he broke my glass pickle. Boy, was I steamed! I did find another pickle, although it's bigger than the one that was broken, and it looks sort of funny on the little tree. But it's my pickle, and my darling little tree. Long may it wave. :)