Knowing my love of all things eensy, Joel bought me the wee-est Christmas tree. It is my first ever real tree and it is as tall as my hand. I promptly decorated it with cranberries and popcorns because what else are you going to do with a tree this eensy?
He still needs a topper, but given the proliferation of santa hats in this house right now he will probably, let's face it, end up with a hat. Poor little monster.
Let's see how long I can keep him alive for.