When I was very young, we had a real tree and as a little child I am sure it looked big to me. From the pictures, I would likely say it was around 7 feet tall. The last real tree that I remember in our house was when I was a teenager. I recall taking it out and all the remaining needles were falling off, as the tree was pulled out the door.
For many years, we had an artificial tree. I remember my dad being responsible for the lights and making sure that the icicles were hanging properly. As we got older, we helped with the trimming of the tree.
As the nieces and nephews grew, our small living room became too crowded, so the Christmas tree moved to the family room in the basement. The challenge is the ceiling is not very high which makes it more challenging to put the angel on top.
Sometimes, Christmas Day is spent with my nephews and family. The above tree is from 1988 at Sauble Beach.
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