My Christmas tree.

'Tis the perfect tree, festooned with the usual holiday bling - including my dad and Uncle Tom's 1947 Lionel train set. Been a while since I had a real tree...they always dried out too quickly in Cali. Pop by if you're in the neighborhood - Greendale's called "the bubble" but we left some people in, especially during the holidays.

(Except tonight. I won't be home. I have a theater audition. WHOOO! First time I've actively sought an audition in years. Hey - it'll be good just for the experience. Really.)