…..but I can make my own tree.
It’s not done yet.
Is a tree ever really completed?
I suspect they grow until they die.
Kind of like our ears.
Because of my adult onset of stupid allergies,
I find it hard to have live trees in the house.
But artificial just wasn’t the same.
So if I couldn’t have a real tree,
at least I can have a wooden tree.
I still have to figure out a way to get the rest of the lights on.
I haven’t made the star yet.
And I still have faces to put on the tree.
I put some of my favorite ornaments on for now.
The whole point of the tree was to cover it in ornaments,
With faces on it.
Of faces I love.
So the tree will grow every year with more faces.
And more love.
So, I make trees.
What do you make?
It should be noted that Husband has the patience of a saint.