Once upon a time, I used to have a Faerie tree.

Every Christmas at my first apartment, I would decorate my tree with cut out paper ornaments of Brian Froud faeries that I meticulously cut from an extra, paperback, falling apart version of Faeries that I rescued from a yard sale. The tree had dried mushroom ornaments and white lights. And then I lost the faerie ornaments, life moved on, and every now and then I would remember that tree and think “I need to make a Faerie tree again.”