The De-Tackyfication of the American Christmas Tree

In a time older than dirt, before kids carried $500 worth of sext computers in their pockets, my mom always used to drop me off at the same place at the “snooty mall” when she did Christmas shopping. Big department stores would have a couch, grand piano and Christmas tree, and I’d sit with a book, waiting until she came back, listening to Christmas carols and the occasional wise-guy pianist playing something from Looney Tunes. More »