I have never enjoyed decorating trees, generally and even LESS so like when my mother went through her like, "real candle" phase when we lived in Europe. She always used to get mad at me because when she "lit the Roman candle" so to speak for Christmas carols I would lurk by the front door with a fire extinguisher. Occasionally I would yell, "I will try to save you all but you have mere seconds!" I suppose it wasn't in the "Christmas spirit" or whatever, but like, I though my mother was INSANE (still do sometimes.)



When we moved to Tucson we like, my son was obsessed with Cactuses so we got the "Christmas Cactus." It was great. Wrap tinsel, glue a few candy canes to it, done.
I do miss (I hope the husband still has it in the shed) our Zombie Santa CLAWS. My mom bought this large wooden figurine with what was kind of like real-ish hair, it was almost the size of a two year old. That thing was like Chucky, man.
We had the best time with it. Me and my siblings. You know, placing it unexpectedly in front of someone's door so they confronted it upon first awakening, behind the shower curtain in the tub,. LOL.
I should send it to my sis. I bet her younger one would get a real kick out of it.
I wouldn't tell her either. I would just send a mystery package and there it would be, SANTA CLAWS. She would die, I'm fairly certain.
I must do this.
Anna