At least this one's are. We went with a fake tree this year, thinking that some allergy issues came up last year with a real one. Well, it seems that Dakin is just going to be junky at this time of year, real tree or not.
I love the symbol of the Christmas tree...in both pagan and Christian traditions it points to immortality. It is especially poignant to me this year: living in a world where children pass--frequently--from diseases for which there is no cure, the assurance of an eternal life is comforting and beautiful. I also love the lights: a light that can never be darkened, even though death may dim it for a time. The tree is a message to me that this life is not the end. And I'm grateful for that.
Anyhoo, here is Dada and Dakin--Dada decorating the tree and Dakin dictating where the ornaments went. He is a benevolent tyrant, at least...I had some pics of me and him, but he kept moving his head and the effect is ghastly, so they're not going on here.
More Christmas fun to come!
PS: Ignore my unmatching furniture.