I'm home for the holidays so me and my mom decided to decorate one of the trees along the road in and out of town for a laugh. Turns out, it's extremely difficult. Most trees are much taller than me, despite my being six feet tall in my winter boots. Also, it is FREEZING here! So our hands went numb and every needle on the tree that touched us literally felt like a needle was stabbing us. My wrists and hands got scratched to hell. But it was still a laugh, as you can tell by our tree that looks like there was an explosion at the tinsel and bow factory.
Also, in lieu of a gingerbread house this year, as I had made one at Halloween, I made a gingerbread Christmas tree. Getting the consistency of the icing wrong has become somewhat of a holiday tradition with me. I guess I'll just have to settle for melty looking gingerbread by-products.