My friend George dropped by on his way home from work tonight to help me decorate the tree. Its funny how a tree, some eggnog, and Christmas music can transform things. As he was pulling ornaments out of boxes and wrappings, I realized how many were gifts. My Aunt Susan sends homemade decoration every year, as does my brother and his girlfriend, as well as countless ones from my Mother (including the golden retriever angel on top); not to mention ones I've picked up myself in odd places - even one from my very first rodeo. No wonder I love my tree. It does make me long for going home, though.