When I first moved out of my parent's home and had my own apartment, I always purchased cut Christmas trees. I would spend hours making garlands of popcorn and cranberries for the tree. I would spend hours placing the lights and the ornaments in just the perfect place.
Once I purchased a 10 foot blue spruce for my apartment. It was massive. I finally had it decorated to perfection and I went to bed. Around 3:00 am the next morning I heard a huge crash. I thought someone had broken into my apartment. I went to investigate. The Christmas tree had fallen and was laying diagonally in the living room. I began to cry. The tree was too heavy for me to pick up. I had to wait until Bill could come set the tree up for me. So I would come home from work and plug in the tree that was laying on the floor and tried to enjoy it.
After that, I stopped buying cut trees and moved to artificial. But from time to time when I see a little Christmas like the one below, I do get a longing to buy a little one.
I also love the little canister winter scene that's happening to the left of the tree.