p.o.p.d.
The obsession with making every ornament look like it was placed by a saint, not a human who might have had a bad day.
I spent 20 minutes moving the same ornament back and forth because it wasn’t centered enough.
My brother tried to hang the big red one. I told him it was a crime.
I wouldn’t let my dog near the tree. He might have messed up the perfect arrangement.