cathyerway:

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My family has never bought a Christmas tree.  I find them unspeakably depressing in the weeks after the holiday, abandoned in the cold by the side of the road, their needles drooping and their dead trunks starting to shrivel.

We have a wee Norfolk Island pine that lives year-round in our living room.  You can put about five ornaments on it and maybe a swirl of tinsel.  Anything more, and the poor little dear would buckle.  (Just like the entries in SFGate’s Charlie Brown Christmas tree photo contest.)

I’m no Scrooge, though, and not immune to the seasonal seduction of a big and bright Christmas tree.  But I prefer to express my holiday cheer in other forms: namely, unwrappable or edible.