First: Note to the right of this post that I have snuck in the name of the winner of my giveaway!
Assemble small, pretend, rather sad-at-first Christmas tree from box.
Open weird-smelling Christmas bin and retrieve long-lost ornaments, lights, and various other Christmas incidentals.
String lights onto tree while fending off baby hands and trying to keep poor Charlie-Brown-ish tree from falling off little end table. (And listen to six-year-old boy sing along--loudly--to Josh Groban's Christmas CD.)
Lift ornaments gingerly from Christmas tin and place in eager death-grip hands of babies.
Top tree with weird little snowman, since an angel is not currently in supply.
Notice that sad (but now somehow sweet) little tree is leaning ever so slightly. Envision the joy of Savanna as she pulls it swiftly off little end table.
Reinforce with string and hook to keep anchored to the wall, and pray for the best.
Turn off lights and gaze.
"Mom, when you do your eyes like this, they look like fireworks....."
And don't forget the lone lingering soul at the dinner table, the one who contemplates her food long after it's gone, finding bits of it on her sweater, her chair, and in her teeny-tiny now-fuzzy braids; safely enthroned in her booster seat while we enjoy the Christmas tree lights.