The noble fir in my living room donned its gay apparel Saturday.
Decorating the Christmas tree is a private family affair, because we don't want outsiders to hear us bicker about the number and placement of the lights, the number and placement of the limbs or a number of other holiday hullabaloos.
Saturday, though, we invited a few friends. To make it a mellow occasion, we first made sure that the guests were stoned on sugar and hot cider.
Then, we explained the ornaments.
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