That's the title of a display that the Fiction department put up this month. I love the Fiction department's displays. They express my feelings perfectly.
We weren't going to get a Christmas tree. Then there was a phone call in which my mom made it clear that not getting a tree for Soren's first Christmas was tantamount to child abuse. So, overwhelmed by guilt, I went to Safeway and got one of those little potted fir shrub things and decorated it within an inch of its life.
It ain't much, but it's ours.