The tree went up last Sunday, and the *whole* *process* was a real mess. I started out with the big tree stand. It wobbled. It bobbed and weaved. This would not do. I got out the little tree stand...but it's been twenty years since we *had* a little tree, and the parts had separated. I discovered that trees don't stay up very well without 'O' rings, either. Finally, I had it in a kind of stasis and it was time for ornaments. But. They. Looked. As. Tired. As. I. Felt. I did find the 'O' ring, though. I had some fabric poinsettias and little picks...by golly, they looked good, if sparse. The local craft shop was selling Chrismas silk flowers at 50% off. I bought some sprays in white, silver, and red. Then the tree started to fall...Dan held it while I installed the ring. Then we put the extra flowers on. The only other ornaments are the angel that graced our very first Christmas tree, a lighted church to remember our reason for the season, a fawn in a twig wreath, and three twin brooms to sweep our troubles away. ....and we have a tree. Barb in Southern Indiana Zone 5/6 dorsett@blueriver.net A root is a flower that disdains fame.