Here's my little Charlie Brown hovel tree, resting on my mini-fridge. Call me weird, but I enjoy Christmas lights, always have. Not as impressive when compared with my old-fashioned back-home x-mas setup last year(note the bottle-shaped gift). Seems like yesterday, always does. I used to hide behind the tree when I was little and gaze up at it, and look at my wacked Pee-Wee Herman reflection in the bulbs. I also have an early memory of setting up a Sho Kosugi ninja death snare in front of the fireplace in order to catch Santa and have a closer look at him.
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