Pseudo-tree shines


The Guru pulled out the decorations and we created our (lately) traditional newsbox “tree”, standing in a forest of lights*.

Elf of yore

In places of honor are a pair of elves, one red and one green, given to the Bro and I when we were tiny tots by a family friend who was a very successful Jewish lady-stockbroker in Detroit (verrah unusual in the 1960s, that combo).

* For some mysterious reason, only the green lights are powerful enough to make wee spotlights on the fireplace surround.

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