Tonight, after an absolutely delightful dinner with Queensborough friends new and not quite so new, Raymond and I finished putting up the Christmas tree for our first Christmas together at the Manse, and my first Christmas here since I was 14 years old, way back in 1974. There had been some discussion early on about the best place to put the tree, but in the end I was able to persuade Raymond that, this Christmas at least, it had to go in the spot where my family always had it when I was a kid in this house. And tonight, there it stands. And it looks beautiful. A happy reminder of Christmases past, and a happy token of Christmases to come.