I finally put up a small Christmas tree to acknowledge the holiday … or at least acknowledge to people looking at my house that I’m aware that it’s happening whether I like it or not.
It’s made of bourbon barrel staves, which surprises no one, and makes me happy much more than a living, prickly plant that smells like gin.
The tree was made by my buddy who runs DrunkWood, and it’s one of many things he fashions out of barrels. Check him out!
Maybe he’ll make this sign for me next:
Bar Belle: Taking the Christmas out of Christmas spirit since 1976.