You may think I am crazy to decorate a Christmas tree after a stroke. My siblings and I never fought when we decorated the tree. As I relive those memories I become peaceful. My mother is no longer here to play Christmas carols on the piano so I play Christmas CDs. The tree also makes me feel peaceful every night for two months. I sit on the couch, turn off the light on the end table, and become mesmerized by the lights on the tree.
A friend puts this tree together. I cannot ask John to put up a real tree because that would violate the "even my husband would groan" rule. Transporting a real tree, trimming the trunk so it fits in the tree stand, and using trial and error to get the tree perfectly vertical is a lot of work. I live alone so I cannot get down on the floor to water a real tree anyway. It takes John 10 minutes to get the tree out of my shed and snap the four pieces together. I do not get that great pine smell, but I do not have to vacuum up the needles a tree drops as you drag it out of the house.
Caution: Leaning over to hang decorations is a fall hazard.
The photo above has no furniture. I slide an upholstered chair out of my way with Moving Men (see arrow pointing at orange disc). My friend Peggy put them under the chair. I leave them there all year long instead of putting them away after Christmas. A TV stand on the other side of the tree has rollers so it slides out of my way. This gives me room to stand up straight to decorate the top half of the tree and sit on a chair to decorate the bottom half. When I am done I slide the furniture back in place.