1. How can I make my artificial Christmas tree look better?

Answer: You'll need to re-shape your old Christmas tree. Let's start from the very beginning. First put the big bottom section of your new tree into the stand. Begin from the lower row of big branches pulling them down carefully. Then push your two curved artificial Christmas tree branches in a upward and outward direction. Go on with the middle and upper sections of the tree. After that you may shape your artificial Christmas tree as you wish, just remember that it would be better if your artificial tree will look like a natural tree. The top branches are usually directed upwards.

2. How should I store the artificial Christmas tree?

Answer: After the hollydays store your artificial Christmas tree in a climat controlled area. Try not to store your tree in the box in which you have received your tree because it will make shaping the tree for the next Christmas more difficult. You may not damage the light and wires if you store the tree in a bigger box or Christmas tree storage bag.

3. I heard that some artificial Christmas trees are made with PV-Chloride. I wonder what PVC is?

Answer: Some artificial Christmas trees needles are made of Poly Vinyl Chloride or PVC. Poly Vinyl Chloride is pressed into twiggy sheets then cut into marvellous needle like strands. These strands are twisted between two strands of wire to conceive the tree branches. Cheaper artificial Christmas Trees may have the branch ends cut off square. A rounded or sculptured branch looks more natural. The wire in the branch of the tree is also deeply critical. The wire should be well-established sufficiently to maintain the heaviest ornaments. As accustomed, the cheaper trees have thinner branch wire.

4. Where can I find the poem "The Night Before Christmas" to read to my children?

Answer: The reading of this Christmas story is a Christmas eve tradition.

A Visit from St Nicholas.
by Clement C. Moore.


'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
‘Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!’
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound,
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
and laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
‘Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.


Readind Christmas poem is an old Christmas eve tradition.

5. How can I find the best Christmas gifts or other Christmas stuff?