Gay Christmas tree

I don't celebrate Christmas at all. Some say it's miserable of me not to do so, but in reality it's just me dealing with the pain associated with it. No cards sent, no decorations, no Christmas tree, no nothing. I try to make it as much like any other day as possible to dissociate myself from reliving memories. I have come across one Christmas tree lately though, at Taylor Square. A gay tree. I think I can handle that and appreciate  the difference it has to the normal nauseating seasonal fare.

At night the balls are lights that slowly change colour, and it sparkles somehow inside.