At least we never lost our electric, as some places did. Let's start with Christmas. We bought our tree from a friend, who grows them to sell. We like to chop, and I think it's the best part of the whole shabang, going out, wandering around, and selecting the tree. Jimmy saws, while I hold the tree and lean it away from the cut.
Cats adore it.
Out come the light strands, the ornaments we've collected since Gretchen was a little girl, and the stockings. Jimmy got himself a new tree stand this year. I think it's called the Pivot Point. The old stand, one of those big round plastic things that looks like a UFO, and holds a ton of water, will now become a new spaceship for Commander Willy, our cat who begs for rides in clothes baskets, even being swung upside down, by his Ground Control Coordinator, Jimmy. The tree is gone again now.