A Tree? In the House?

Years ago, when Cranky and I were celebrating one of our first Christmases together, we were too poor to buy a tree.
But we bought one anyway, because there is nothing like a nostalgic whiff of fir scent to bring a little cheer to the gloom of deep winter. I mean, it was necessary. It was therapy.
Then, we were too poor to buy lights or ornaments. So we improvised.
We hung a key chain from one branch, I recall, and various other trinkets on the others. Dabs of jewelry, bits of fabric, whatever was around the house. Not very holy, but neither am I.
This year, trees are a lot more expensive. But we still had to have one, so we picked out a dinky specimen, full of vigor, and placed it on top of a box for the height effect.
We have a stash of old ornaments in the garage, and I think I might actually hang one or two baubles here and there.
But for now, the boughs are decorated with shiny, beautiful and meaningful items: kitchen gadgets.
There's a tea infuser ball, and a tea infuser spoon. A wooden lemon reamer. Measuring spoons.
Lots of cookie cutters.
The "star" atop the tree is the wired-on bowl of a silver serving spoon, and it glitters just right.
It's really quite beautiful, just the way it is.