How I remember Christmas Trees

I was born in the early seventies, just a touch after the fifties and sixties when everything was magnificently electrified, while the common thread was the gaudier the better. You remember...gold....flashing...shiny. That is how I remember Christmas trees; flashing colored lights with huge bulbs and the tinsel....oh how I love tinsel. Part of me never understood why my mother switched from wanting a regular tree to suddenly being swept up with Victorian trees, sporting white lights and lace bows. Everyone knew that's NOT what Christmas was about...it's clearly about tinsel.