ᐅ This is what our site looks like right now—how about yours?

Ours is beautiful and once again was the Christmas gift from our builder. A tree plus sausage and mulled wine at his plantation—you walk across the field, say which one you want, one of his workers comes and cuts it down, then it goes into the net. His secretary wears a reindeer hat and hands out food and drinks. No fake news, all true. Karsten

It stands upright, patiently waiting for the gifts. Oh yes, and we also have a tree.

This is ours, but only with plastic balls. Luckily, our little one pretended to be Bibi Blocksberg and touched every ball with her magic wand...