this week we went out to get our christmas tree, a wonderful annual tradition that is no longer just something that shannon and i cherish, but something the boys love, too. we argue about finding the "perfect" tree. we take turns with the saw. we yell "timber!" as it falls. we go out to lunch. then we take it home where the real work begins! we carefully get out all of the ornaments, which might just be my favorite part of the whole day, and organize them into groups. then we begin to hang them, after i have hung the lights, of course, which is sometimes peppered with some colorful language, but is always worth it in the end, for that beautiful glow the tree gives, reminding us all of the light of the world which this is all about, anyway. after a great deal of work, it is finally finished, and it looks almost magical, at least to us, what with so many of our memories hanging there, telling the story of our lives together over the years. ...