Tree Trimmin

Vincent picked the tree. He walked up to the firs, scratched his chin, poked his head behind one of the front trees and pointed at a bagged 7 footer and said, "that one!" It was a perfect fit and smells beautiful.



This year, all hands can decorate. Myra got in on the action too.



Few ornaments were harmed in the trimming of this tree. Well, one elf lost its legs but that's what crazy glue is for.




This is Vincent. Without eggnog. Rumballs. Wine. Beer. Without any excuse really. Yes, he's hiding under pine boughs and wearing a mask.