Darth Swank must have one weird Christmas tree!
Speaking of which, we set our own tree up the other day. It's always a pleasure to unpack all the ornaments again, always an annoyance to unwind the lights, always sad to find the box containing the stockings that we decorated with the names of cats who have since passed on.
Last night, after The Kid was in bed, I spent some time writing with only the lights on the tree and a bunch of candles illuminating the room. (And the computer screen, too.) Just lovely.