Do you know when Santa came to your house? NORAD has tracked Santa every year for the past fifty years.

While I was in Iceland, I told Rob not to bother getting a tree since there would be so little time to enjoy it. (He’s not into all the trappings of Christmas except the exterior houselights.) Anyway, after I recovered from jetlag, I realized that was a mistake, but couldn’t justify the expense of a tree for two days of enjoyment. Then I got an email from my dad today, which I will now proceed to quote.

I cut (poached according to Steve)the Christmas tree from over by the TNT plant where I usually get it. It is a little bit off balance, but I have it wired to the ceiling so it isn’t likely to fall.

“Brilliant!” I thought, “We’ll poach a tree from our own backyard.” There are these ridiculous arbor vitaes that have grown too tall and fall over at the slightest provocation. So I cut part of one of them down and stuck lights on it. The house feels more festive, and I got some important yard work done. In addition to the tree we also have this holiday arrangement which was serving as a surrogate tree to provide the presents with a place to rest.

What are you doing today? Rob and I were going to brunch this morning.

Last night we went to David and Eve’s to for pizza-&-a-movie night, but we picked up food from My Cahn. This was the restaurant that I missed most while I was in Iceland. Mmm-mmm good.

We watched Decasia which I was not in the right mental place to enjoy. Everyone else loved it. I think I might like it in live performance, but as a movie, I found it as compelling as watching a fire burn. Pretty, fascinating, but not something I can pay attention to for an hour.