The most beautiful tree in all of Christmas.

Every time I look at our tree, I don't see lights or tinsel, I see your excited face when you saw it outside, your excited body going to the door when I said we were going to bring it in. I see your strong little hands turning the screws on the stand before we set it up. Your body tangled in lights, and your little fingers gingerly hanging ornaments almost on top of each other. I see your sweet mouth and hands saying "more" after each ornament. I see you laying under looking up at the tree, blowing kisses and saying goodnight to it. Gosh we have the most beautiful tree in all of Christmas.