In Palm Springs, the answer is yes.

I spent the Yule with Daryl and David and I’d like to think I had a hand in getting their trees decorated. But then I like to think a lot of things.

My visit in November was only the tip of the iceberg in terms of decorating. It took them another three and a half weeks to finish.

The twin trees

Disinterested third party

Daryl is kicking himself for allowing that green to poke through.

The trains and villages under the trees are almost as sick as the overflowing Radko above.

The coffin is a sad reminder that, at this time of year especially, glitter inhalation is probably the leading killer of village folk.

Atlas shrugged–at the weight of all that blown glass. (btw, nice pelt A-man)

God is in the details. Good luck finding any.

These guys are probably getting loafers from Santa. Because they look like they’re a little light in them.

Christmas is a time to remember our old friends. Like this picture of Ben we found enjoying a quiet evening at home c. 1980

On Christmas Eve the family goes into the forest to collect greens for the mantel’s modest bough.

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The Last Temptation of Me

• Helping the More Fortunate
• Do They Know It’s Christmas?
• Ithaca!
• A Horse With No Name
• The Blackened Snapper Is To Die For
• Come Together
• Pilgrimage On The 75% Off Trail
• The Ancient Cohachellian Art of Cacti Arranging
• Popsicle Sheers
• Life Is Strife
• Life Is Strife: Addendum
• Casting My Net
• Where Seldom Is Heard
• Desert Sage
• Jackie’s Tears
• Cancer, and My Name Is Larry
• Me and Mr. B
• On Milkshakes
• Learning Curve
• Dunbar’s Last Stand
• Tale of Two Cows
• Barstow Barista Boys
• The Season of the Donald
• Visions of San Jacinto
• Hackneying Hockney
• On My Way to Ralphs
• Gaydom’s Gump
• Goodbye to All of That
• The Final Salvo
• Get Me to Gilroy, Girl