The rescue cone.
Our first Christmas in San Jose was treeless. While walking around the neighborhood we found a traffic cone that had been dragged out of a church parking lot and left in the street. I took it home, cleaned it up, and it’s been our tree ever since. Laurie calls it our rescue cone. The nieces think it’s the most ridiculous thing they’ve ever seen. But that’s never stopped them from decorating it.
Hope everyone had a great time celebrating whatever you celebrate. We’re getting ready for another hold-on-to-your-hat, thrill-packed ride around the sun.