This is an artificial tree but I'm not allergic to it. In Germany we could get a Nordheim (maybe that is spelled right) tree, real, and I wasn't allergic to that kind. I love big trees. The kids and I would pick out a tree and Larry would always have to cut it off to get it to fit inside...even when we lived in an old house with a really high ceiling. One year Larry said he was going to go with us to pick it out because he was tired of having to cut it off to get it inside. We were all upset. Our youngest said if we were going to get a small tree, we might as well decorate a lampshade. Anyway, he picked out one. When he went to get the station wagon, I gave the man more money and got a bigger one. When we got it home, he was very bewildered. He kept saying, "I thought sure I wouldn't have to cut it off." I said, "It happens to me every year. It looks short with the sky above it." It was several years before I told him I'd changed trees.
More glass balls, more ceramic stuff I did. Notice the candy striped candle.
I'm not through decorating, but I like how it's coming. It seems like a waste of time to decorate when nobody is going to be here for Christmas. But if I don't decorate, it feels like we don't have Christmas. Ho Ho Ho