Walking home on Monday, I kept stretching to see if the lights were on and if Ian had beat me home. They were, but, something was off. It looked like… It looked like… It was a Christmas tree all lit up! I walked in, and the apartment had that wonderful fresh pine smell, and there was an early present under the tree! One of my favorite holiday traditions is to listen to Handel’s Messiah while decorating the tree, so last night we did just that.
