This weekend my sister, K, and her boyfriend, J, came over to help us decorate for the holidays. We put Kenny and Dolly on the box and drank some cider. Ate a few yuletide burritos.
Our tree as it gets netted. Its like a right of passage for a tree.
From left to right: J, tree (mid-decoration), K.
A and the man who sold us our tree. He had a nice leather jacket with a black panther on the back. He also thought I took too much rope with which to secure the tree to our vehicle. I disagreed with him.
We put lights on our fence/pillars out front.