My paternal grandparents lived a couple of hours drive away from us so it was always a special time whenever we visited. As I was a January baby (1963 vintage) I was 11 months old on my first ever Christmas & apparently I had already learned to walk 2 months previously! My parents & I travelled up Manchester to stay with Gran & Grandad - being their first grandchild it must have been a special time for all concerned. Gran & Grandad never had a 'proper' Christmas tree. Instead they had a large vase full of white branches with snow sprayed on them and lots of bright & twinkling lights & decorations. Apparently I was completely in awe of this fantastic display & uttered one of my first words ......."titty"!!! This translated to "pretty" but it must have been a shock to my poor Gran to hear her precious grand-daughter come out with something like that!
I remember the 'tree' as an older child for many years and I always loved to hear Gran or Grandad repeat the story. We dont have any photos of it unfortunately so I found this picture on Flickr - its quite a nice substitute.