Back in the 90s my parents sold the B&B they’d been running for a decade and bought a nearby house with a very high-ceilinged living room. I remember them showing us the place before we moved in (I was about 12 at the time), and my Dad remarked, “you could put a hell of a Christmas tree in here.”
Well, he’s made good on that over the years. Here’s this year’s edition, which is over 13 feet high, I’m told.

Obviously, a tree of this size requires structural support even if, like my parents, you don’t happen to have a resident cat at the moment.




