A little festive pear tableau. 

Sometimes, when you have a horrible Friday filled with extra long meetings, bad news, accidentally switched off crock pots and arguments; and then you try to go Christmas tree shopping; and the whole thing ends in tears and hurt feelings for everybody; and you don't even come home with a tree, you go again on Sunday.

And this time there is snow. And snow ball fights.

And selfies.

And you find the perfectly imperfect tree.