When we were kids, my sisters and I used to lay down under our fake Christmas tree and look up at the lights from inside the tree. One of the advantages of not getting a real tree.

I mentioned this to Sarah recently, and now, if we're bored, we'll sometime lay down and scoot our heads under the tree. As adults, we don't fit as easily, but it's still kind of fun. I do have this horrible vision, however, of us somehow electrocuting ourselves, and lying there dead, side by side, with our heads under the Christmas tree.