"I Must Be In A Good Place Now," Bobby Charles. We got a tree, a little blue spruce that my small spot in the world makes appear larger - you could see its self-esteem rising as we lit it up. The neighborhood birds have just found Doug's feeder, which I hung outside the window in back of where the tree sits. They're swirling around, looking through the window at the purple ornaments, and gold lights, and one black ribbon. I could win the lottery without batting an eyelash I am very certain, but this ounce of sweetness stuff takes my breath away.