We didn’t put up a Christmas tree this year. We figured we’d just be asking for trouble, what with Billie, our frisky little year-old Sheltie, running around the house. I scattered some ornaments and lights here and there to brighten things up, and tucked some evergreen boughs along the mantel to give us that lovely holiday scent, but I was still feeling a little sad on Christmas Eve. I do love a tree.
Look what I woke up to!
Our amazing sons waited until we’d gone to bed, then collaborated on creating this AMAZING piece of art, all made entirely of books! Imagine my delight when I went out into the family room on Christmas morning and found it waiting for me.
Best. Present. EVER!