O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy leaves are so unchanging;
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy leaves are so unchanging;
Not only green when summer’s here,
But also when ’tis cold and drear.
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy leaves are so unchanging!

O Christmas Tree is the anglicized version of a traditional German Christmas Carol.  Something about tanning bombs I think?  I’m sure though that those carolers never had in mind the pink Christmas tree pictured above.  This particular pink Christmas tree is for sale for $119 at a certain bookstore.  Pictured below is Anne hugging our real Christmas tree.  Purchased off of the parking lot at Ted Drewes on Friday night, it made it into the tree stand on Sunday and there it has stood ever since, as naked as the day it was born.  This will be a short post, so that I can string the lights on it and commence the tree trimming party.  Besides work on Wednesday comprised an eight-hour meeting (Thank God that it didn’t run over!) that I can’t talk about, won’t talk about and really don’t want to even think about.  It has drained my blogging brain.

I’m-m-m ba-ba-back!  The lights are up!  Anne is stringing the garlands, so I have a few minutes to add a few more thoughts.  I was kicking myself on the way into work on Wednesday, because I had not brought along a camera.  I had the iPhone and its camera, but navigating that process while driving on the highway seems somewhat life limiting.  I can handle our little Canon point-and-shoot though, just fine.  The first shot would have been of a flatbed tow truck with a regular tow truck on it.  How many tow trucks, can a tow truck tow, if it tows tow trucks?  The second shot is a recurring one, so I’ll have another chance at getting it.  The problem is that it only recurs a few times each year.  The shot that I’m looking for and that I missed is of the MetroLink train crossing the highway, as I sail beneath it.  Someday it will make a great shot.

All this talk of great shots to come reminds me of an old salesman joke. The salesman is on his knee and his bride is sitting on the bed.  He spends the entire wedding night telling his bride how great it is going to be when they make love, but he never delivers.  We use to always refer to the salesman as the IBM salesman, but that is probably too dated now.