Always a real tree.
A relic from the 70's - my parents had the album on cassette and it defined the holidays for me as a child.
Rather spring-timey for Christmas Eve dinner, but I enjoyed it anyway - this is the first time I've actually used my grandmother's china, despite being in possession of it for several years. It was my first year making the traditional French-Canadian tourtière,too, but I didn't take any pictures of that, for though it was delicious, the top crust broke.
Eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, chocolate croissant, coffee that soon had Bailey's and peppermint schnapps in it, and a mimosa. Heaven.
The cat in Christmas-cheer mode.
And the final Christmas tradition: White Christmas.