I have a new tree. I found this skinny little fellow at Ikea.
It came in a nifty bag.
It's the cat tree. Nothing on it is breakable. I really want to put tinsel on it but I know better. It would be a certain trip to the vets if I did.
We used to always have live trees until we ran out of room to plant them. Here is the trunk of one of the first ones. The thing is HUGE. They are all huge.
Here is the newest addition to the Christmas tree farm aka our front yard. Daughter brought it home a few years ago from a wedding in a bag. It's doing fine and so is its brother. Last year's addition bit the dust due to an unfortunate delay in planting. You've got to get them outside right away. Plastic pots do not make them happy.
My precious vintage pom pom sparkler tree is set up in my bedroom this year behind closed doors. I couldn't do without it but the cats have been very naughty at night lately and I'm not taking any chances with my glass ornaments. It makes a lovely nightlight.
It seems I've got more ornaments than tree so I should probably stop buying them. I just wish they would stop making such pretty ones. The temptation to add "just one more" is too great every year.
Of all the trees I pull out of the closet each year, my favorite is this wood one. I bought it ages ago on one of our annual Christmas trips to the ocean. Mom loved for the family to gather all together in a beach house and for a few years, before the kids got too old for such things, we pulled it off. I don't light it very often but when I do I whisper a little something to Mom and I swear I hear her whisper back.