If you turn the lights off, you'd never know there was not an evergreen behind those lights.
I will go forage for some boughs this weekend, so we can still be part of the historic tradition of bringing life into the home during the darkest time of year.
"As the solstice approached, they noticed that the days were gradually getting shorter; many feared that the sun would eventually disappear forever, and everyone would freeze. But, even though deciduous trees, bushes, and crops died or hibernated for the winter, the evergreen trees remained green. They seemed to have magical powers that enabled them to withstand the rigors of winter."
I could say the same about New Englanders.