First Christmas in Britain Part 1:
When we were transferred to the UK, military housing was tight, so I had to go over first and find a house, then send for my wife. I got there 21 Oct and she got there about three weeks later.
Household goods were another story, we didn't get those until March, so for the first few months, we lived on govt loaner furniture, and being American military, we also had the loan of an American-sized fridge, and a British washer and tumble dryer for the duration of our time there.
So our first Christmas was shaping up to be pretty bleak. Married less than two years, not a lot of ready cash, and none of our stuff.
My wife was really depressed over the whole thing. You think I like Christmas? She's nuts over it, especially then. She was sick, in a foreign country, just starting a new job, and none of our Christmas decorations were available.
I snuck out, gave myself a $100US budget, and went to the base exchange and bought a five-foot cheap-as-chips fake tree, and an assortment of the lowest-quality glass bulbs, baubles, tinsel, and lights, and a gaudy plastic tree-topper, meant to look like a stained-glass star, and came in just under $100.
Hid it all in the garage, then just like Santa, I snuck downstairs, put up and trimmed the tree.
Truth be told, it didn't look half-bad.
When MrsTasty saw that the next morning, she started bawling her eyes out, she was so happy. She was fully expecting (and I did nothing to discourage her) that we were going to have a treeless Christmas. Not on my watch, ha!
We ended up using that tree for the rest of our time there, and gave it to one of the movers when we packed out a few years later. We've had (much) better trees, more trees, real trees, pre-lit trees, white trees, but never a tree that caused so much happiness by its presence.