While I must rise at Oh, God-Thirty (6:15 am) to get to work on time, when I come out of the bedroom in the dark the Christmas tree is still lit, and glowing softly to light my way to my shower. If only all mornings were that quietly festive.*
*yes, I know we could keep the lights up year-round, but when the sun finally returns to us, the effect would be rather muted. Plus, knowing it's only three weeks or so makes it a little more special.