Our Christmas tree makes its home in our dining room, which has a 10-foot ceiling. 10-foot ceilings, in my opinion, cry out for tall Christmas trees. Tall Christmas trees are at least 7 feet tall. Our tree is about 3 feet tall. And that’s on a good day.
Witness the scene:

It’s not that we’re Scrooges, it’s just that we went on a little shopping spree in Jacksonville on the day we had planned to buy our tree and decorate our house, and after said shopping spree, the budget was significantly less … friendly towards a large and costly tree (but I did get some killer shoes and great pants). Those big trees cost big bucks, folks.
This little fella was free. And our budget loves free.
It’s a leftover remnant from my single-and-living-in-an-apartment days, when there was much less square footage to fill and the ceilings were much lower. But, nevertheless, it works. It still says Christmas, albeit in a more subdued (and less fragrant) kind of way.
The varied ornaments that we have collected over the years looked rather skimpy on last year’s gorgeous 8-foot tree but managed to fill every single branch and spare inch of this little tree. And last year we ran out of lights and had to make a Target run mid-light stringing. Not so much this year. Our little tree is lit up like the Fourth of July with just one little strand (wrapped around, oh, about seventy-seven times or so).
But I think it’s kind of festive, especially with the gifts. And yes, I’m a one wrapping paper roll per year kind of gal. The red paper is circa 2008, and the green paper is what remains of 2007’s roll (maybe even 2006’s). I could use a tutorial on how to tie a pretty bow out of real ribbon, but then that would require spending money on ribbon, and I just don’t know if I’m ready to go there yet.
Next year, I’m sure, we’ll bring O Christmas Tree back in all its mighty glory, but until then, Stumpy will have to do.
Eat your heart out, Charlie Brown.