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.