You might say it was a holiday Friday night, the kind you want to have and it never seems to happen just so. Working late on a snowy evening and meeting up with a new friend who is the kind of company that makes you want to be a better person. At the suggestion of decorating the tree beyond the gleaming lights, a run to Target takes two hours because the car just steered itself toward a local ice cream joint. An hour of conversation about things you cannot even remember leads back home for the commencement of decoration. Elf in the DVD player and a glass of wine to keep me warm. Happy Holidays from my little Christmas tree and the homemade tree skirt (thanks mom.)
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