I had a special gift brought to me Thursday evening–a sad but lovely Christmas tree that would not have made it on Charlie Brown’s Christmas TV special. It has one red, dented bulb and a wisp of silver garland. Jeremy brought this treasure to my office, brightening up the room. Yoda soon took over my tree–he talks at the press of a button–speaking a line from Star Wars. He likes the tree as much as I.
Thanks for my two-foot tall tree Jeremy. Or…Jeremy, for the two foot tall tree, thankful I am.