Christmas tree. The tree itself is kind of uncouth, with twigs sticking out any which way (Spouse: "as if it's eleven years old and has red hair", referencing a gender-ambiguous young-presenting deity in our shared (fiction and game) world). Lights: cute little globes that look sort of magical. Middle leftish: the house-shaped bauble that's been in my family longer than I've been alive. Top right: the tiny angel ditto.