I've not bothered to decorate for years - I think the last time I put up a tree might have been 2002. Seems little point when we spend Christmas itself out of the country. This year, we're in Ireland with my parents; though my mother's condition has progressed that Christmas Day has long since been handed over to my brother's family, the folks do like still to put up a tree and some decorations, though it's mostly Dad doing the work now. Mum still insists on putting out the toilet-roll tube Santas we made in primary school, the oldest dating to December 1979 now. She used to have a pink and green paper chain I made at preschool in 1978 as well, not sure if that's still around now. If the market picks up and we're able to move house next year, we'll likely put up a tree then. Im' torn between the idea of a large, real tree and a real tree in a pot that can live outside in the garden the rest of the year. Greta cat has never seen a Christmas tree, nor did her late sister Marlene. Marlene would have scaled it in a fash and sat on the top expecting all the attnetion of the tree fairy. She was sucha light little thing, never much bigger than when she was a kitten; regularly used to scale the clothes airer and then sit in a shirt like a hammock she was so light. Greta, bless her, is a chunky tabby who used to bring the airer crashing down when she tried that. She's an old lady of eleven and a half now, so hopefully she'll leave a tree alone next year if we have one.