Without risk of sounding like too much of a scrooge, I’m quite happy to not have a Christmas tree in our house this year. No fights over the fairy, no lights to untangle, no needles to vacuum. I love the tree; I love the scent and the sparkle, I love the magic it brings into the home. But I don’t love the stress and the mess and the bother. So, this year, we’ll enjoy other people’s beautiful trees, on their car roofs, in their homes, through their windows.