It’s a little short and squatty, but I’m still super happy with my Christmas tree made from books. I built it and tore it down and re-built it and tore it down and re-built it one more time. In the end, I could have kept at it because I think I know what I really want to do to get it to look the way I want it to, but I decided to let it go. And the more I see it the more I like it. Ah, December, you no longer scare me. Come on in, we’re waiting for you.