Mom's real trees, spray painted pastel.
Backstory
Virtually every year had a motif, coordinated tree lights under tree around the tree foil icicles ply, after ply. Mono color glass balls each dangling from it's little fishhook. Why in all the world couldn't the countless decorations be festooned in a glass case in a museum in the attic of some faraway cloud castle. The little deadbeats didn't care. Kids like kittens climbing the tippy tree precariously stuck in a little metal vice. Crashing entirely in it's extravagant clutter sparking and popping paper thin shards of glass mirrors. Electrified model railroad tank cars filled with radioactive gas. Oh! What fun. Kitty cats hopping through the evergreen. by RaisedByWolves in Six-Word Memoirs on Dec 06, 2012 | 
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Comments
canadafreeze says,
My mom used to buy a flocked Christmas tree. A real tree sprayed with 'snow' - decorated with blue and silver. Beautiful, but not Christmas ...RaisedByWolves says,
Sounds like an EPA superfund clean-up site. I never fully understood artificial reality of Christmas. I think that maybe taking a real tree and making it look fake was Ma's equivalent of a letter to Santa. A plea for help?lovelylizard says,
I grew up with a shiny silver tree, trimmed in red satin balls. As kids, I don't think we understood the horror, but as we got older we did rebel and started buying real trees and decorated with garland and tinsel, so tacky. I must confess, I still use a wee bit of tinsel on my tree, I love to watch the strands shimmer and sway.