Our house is relatively small. When the baby came a long we moved everything into the family room, which we now affectionately refer to as the piano/ computer/ tv/ playstation/ couch/ conversation/ three guitars/ big-‘ol-recliner-in-the-middle-of-the-floor room.
Or just the claustrophobia room for short.
Needless to say we didn’t have room for a Christmas tree this year.
Sarah’s Mom, who has such a great heart, saw our dilemma and bought us tree that was just the appropriate size for our house. Evie and I made the star.
Billy Chia 