I went from my mother's house to sharing apartments with various roommates. I followed orders as a child. As an adult I never had a Christmas tree. With a roommate I would have to listen to her demands. Plus, I never had a place to put the decorations. The hallways was already full with my bike. Boxes marked "Christmas Stuff" would be tacky.
This photograph does not do the tree justice. It has white lights, glass angels and a few pale gold ornaments. The camera only picked up the gold. Trust me. The tree that Asmus and I created is a sight to behold.
Have a Merry Christmas!