For me, too

A flat, leggy chicken keeps company with more full-figured wooden squirrels and moose; long sparkly white icicles with warm, colored globes of light. I sit in my chair across from this Christmas tree, the one I picked out, stood by steadfastly while Chris explored the lot for other options. A smallish, crooked glowing thing; my clue, my symbol that this holiday is for me, too.