I never get a Christmas tree for the holidays. Jerry Bruckheimer used to send a nice big aromatic wreath that I’d hang on my door, but I haven’t been a fan since he stopped making sirloin-steak guy movies (i.e., Con Air) and went all Pirates of the Caribbean so that phase is over. Two days ago I bought this can of Shimmering Spruce and sprayed it around when I got home. I have to admit it put me in the mood. This plus Alistair Sim/Charles Dickens. It’s come down to this.