We rarely set up pictures in our house. In fact, on the few occasions when I realize that “Hey, we look nice – let’s take a picture” and we stand in front of some blooming tree or mantel piece, I never end up liking those photos anyway. But hey! We looked nice. So we took a few treeside. Except somewhere along the way we forgot to pose and just started laughing – telling jokes, cajoling smiles out of that smiley baby, and listening to E’s animated this and that. I think the baby’s tights even ended up on someones head at some point. All I know is that Christmas trees can be sort of magic. They make you forget that you are still in your fancy clothes because hanging out together all afternoon around this tree is really pretty darn comfortable.