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!