There it is. My not-quite-totally decorated white tree. It's standing in the corner of my room and I love it.
The boys put the balls on (OK, that doesn't quite sound right) and I haven't managed to distribute them more evenly - or buy more since they keep stealing them to put on their mini trees.
I don't know what's happened to me this year but I'm all Christmassy and cheery.
I think it might be the magic of the white tree. What else could it be?