I like it that the adult DDs still expect to see their wonky old hand-made cardboard angels and battered miniature tin drums on the tree every year. So we stagger on with a real one, but I also have a smaller fibre-optic sparkling tree for the hall to which I'm most attached, tho now very old as well.
How can I stop my relatives coming to my husband's funeral
I cannot claim the word magical as my own.