You know – those candidates for a slightly unimpressive “second” Christmas tree that you put in a less-exalted location in the house in a stringently budgeted attempt to make it more festive. I eye an unnaturally slender little tree dusted in artificial snow. I suspect it might be the sort of Christmas tree you slowly slide down a wall beside to have a cry. The Australian Christmas aesthetic is fir trees, baubles, sweaty crevices and bare limbs. I might go back for the sad little tree.
