So after the car fiasco, I was ready for something a bit more cheery. Some may protest, but I found myself more than ready for Christmas music and The Tree.

Three years ago, my mother passed on to me her fake tree. I promptly ran out and purchased the brightest, most colorful, most wonderfully obnoxious lights and ornaments I could find. It was the sacred birth of Whimsical Disco Christmas, and three years later, it still makes my apartment (and my heart) feel merry and bright for the entire holiday season. One year I may feel the pull for a more classic, elegant look… but for now, hand me the LED lights and the disco balls.

Don’t act like it’s not glorious.