O Tannenbaum

Being an apartment dweller, it's not particularly prudent to install a Christmas tree in my apartment every holiday season. All my family Christmas decorations are wrapped in tissue paper and stored in California (I will have to get them one of these days). I do have the ceiling height to host a 6 foot tree--it's just the floor space that might be a problem. Still, I do miss the pungent scent of a robust fir tree and the sweet blurring of lights twinkling from the boughs. Fortunately our apartment building always installs a communal tree (as well as a menorah and a Kwanzaa table) in the lobby for the tenants. This year's edition just went up on Saturday and I have to say, it's one of their better efforts. Hosted against the turn of the century lead glass windows and the blue and white wedding cake rococo of the ceiling, it's quite festive indeed.
I wonder if the doorman would object if I sit in front of it in my pajamas with a brandy.