I have never been able to face having a real tree. As a child I read Hans Andersen’s beautiful story, ‘The little Fir Tree’ I think is the title, which tells a lovely, but ultimately heartbreaking story about a tree which is happy growing in the forest and is cut down to be beautifully decorated and praised at Christmas but is ultimately discarded and ends up being burned. Ever since then I have always felt sorry for the trees and never could have one in the house, despite their beauty. Silly and sentimental perhaps! However I absolutely love my beautiful artificial trees, one in every room, two small, four large and one absolutely enormous (someone likened it, unkindly, I thought, to a shrubbery). Suitably decorated they are my joy at Christmas, my children and grandchildren love them and the house is fully decorated by the beginning of December. I live alone and so feel I can indulge myself at my favourite time of the year!