Dennis went on a mission yesterday: to find us decorations for our barren tree. And man did he ever deliver! I like my Christmas trees like I like my jack-o-lanterns - old school, sorta tacky, and colourful in mood. Nothing fussy or too matchy allowed. When I was young, we had this milk maid-ish lady made from a clothes pin that always used to grace the tops of our Christmas trees. There was no holiday significance to her, she wasn't seasonally dressed, she had no affiliations to religious figures or fat men, and I don't know where she came from - but she did became a bit of a Falconer tradition. This snowman's head, currently sitting on top of our modest balsam, is just begging for annual tree topper status. He's got that over the top cuteness that could become slightly unnerving under certain circumstances (aka he's perfect).