My old friend Lee Boot takes a look at Ritual in the way that only he can: with art.

This got me thinking about the first Christmas we recently celebrated in our new house. When we put up the tree, it spent the first 24 hours centered squarely in the front windows. But it just didn’t seem right there, so we moved it to the left, and that’s where it remained.

When the former owner of the house saw it, he said that that was exactly where his family’s tree had been placed when he was growing up in the house.

Was the house dictating the ritual?