I can still remember the hours spend assembling the tree, branch by branch, fitting the metal rods into their holes, fanning the branches, getting poked by the plastic needles. C'est la Guerre. It has gone the way of all non-flesh.
Many a childhood Christmas was spent assembling, decorating and dismantling that tree. Many a Christmas day was spent handing out the presents around it to my family and brother. I'll remember the aray of packages around the tree as I mourn its passing.
It spent the last decade in a box in the basement or garage, so in one way it is just changing location.