When I was a kid, we'd get a real tree from the guy who sold trees just a few houses down, and drag it home form there. My mother hates the mess of a real tree though, and my father is allergic to touching them (but he always wore gloves, so it wasn't really a big issue), so now we have a fake tree.

Back then we had mostly homemade little needlepoint ornaments and little Santas and snowmen my mother had made, along with a bunch of random ones we got here and there. (My sister and I would divide the ornaments between us and we'd put them all at the perfect spots. The next morning, they were always in different spots - my mother would have spent the rest of the night after we were in bed changing them all around til she was happy.) We had big thick silver garland and multi-coloured lights and a big lit-up star on top. Now we still have the same ornaments along with even more random ones thrown in, with red beads instead of garland, all white lights and an angel on top.

What I don't like seeing is lights that flash and blink - drives me nuts! lol But, in the end, the perfect tree is one that was put up with friends and family with love, it doesn't matter how it's decorated.

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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.