Christmas Tree!

Lately, we've been walking around the city to the song of a tiny voice crying out "Christmas Tree! Christmas Tree!" from his stroller at each one one that he sees... which is nearly every two feet... in building lobbies, storefronts, apartment windows and then of course, the Christmas tree lots (his favorite).  To say that little mister has become obsessed with Christmas trees would be an understatement.

Well, yesterday, Olin finally got that Christmas tree of his very own.  He was so excited that he had to spend some alone time in his room to compose himself (twice!) during the process of decorating the tree.

The nice man at the tree lot even gave Olin the cut-off end of the trunk with a branch stuck in it for his room, which he loved.  And when we got home, he spent a good 10 minutes picking up the needles that had fallen off the tree and trying to put them back on to the tree's branches.  Neither Josh or I had the heart to tell him that it doesn't work that way.

This morning, he quietly drank his morning milk in the glow of the lights, just staring at the tree, mesmerized by the sight of it.  This year's Christmas tree has become an unexpected calming presence in the Burgher house.