The wondrous glory of a Christmas tree;
Now, every year, since I’ve to manhood grown,
I buy a tree for children of my own.
And so to‑night my mind looks back and sees
Life a long avenue of Christmas trees.
~Carolyn Wells, “Christmas Eve,” Idle Idyls, 1900
When we were living in Amsterdam my husband used to bring home the tree on his bike..
..its now something like 57 trees ago that I met him..this makes a long avenue of trees indeed...