I would have posted something earlier, but I was busy watching A Very Kardashian Christmas, Shahs of Sunset, Long Island Medium, Housewives of Beverly Hills and Housewives of Atlanta. Anyway… Oh, the mighty Christmas tree. I love love love decorating Christmas trees. However, I hate putting on the lights. I just like to do the decorations. Here is a funny story about Christmas trees. A few years ago, Gracie and I spent Christmas in New York with my friend, Diandra. She has hands-down absolutely the best style and taste of anyone I have ever met. So we decided that we should have an off the charts original Christmas tree. She found a florist on 11th St. in New York City to help with the tree. We decided it would be a white, kind of artistic plaster of Paris tree. It would take months to make. We would go occasionally to the studio to check on the tree, make revisions, and basically tell the florist how to do her job. Finally, the tree was finished and was being delivered and installed. Diandra and I kept giving our two cents about the tree. The florist just kept politely nodding her head letting us override her artistic abilities. We basically would not shut up with our opinions about the tree. After it was all said and done, the tree was up, beautifully decorated and quite a masterpiece, did we realize the error of our ways. It turns out this sweet demure florist in downtown New York City happens to be the artist, Marc Chagall's granddaughter. We are such assholes. Anyway, here are some beautiful Christmas trees first and after, for fun, some really bad Christmas trees.