In 1959, if you had paid good money for a 9' tree and you realized when you got it home that your ceilings were 8', there was no way in freakin' hell you were going to waste that good money by lopping off ANY of that tree. You just jammed it up to the ceiling and then looped garland and lights around the bent-down boughs! Arranged oldest (and smartest) to youngest (and cutest) are: yours truly, Lowly Trooper Sally, Susie Who Is Now Zuzu, and Baby CeeCee. Behind us are my beautiful mom and the owners of the 1950's de rigueur white flocked tree, Mr. and Mrs. Sharp.
I've got the house 99% decorated and as I told my soon-to-be-visiting niece Corinne, it is now officially "Crazy Gogie Festive" (Gogie being me, of course).
If I looked like Helena Bonham Carter (and ohhhhh, how I wish I did!), people would walk in my house during the holiday season and murmur, "Yes, it DOES look like she and Tim would live here." Although I'll bet anything their actual real-life house is just as normal and modernist as can be, and people walk in their house and yell, "Who in the f**k lives HERE? It can't be weird Helena and crazy Tim!"
Missed me, didn't you?