One of the primary reasons a 40-foot-high lighted tree is a glorious thing is precisely because of the dedication and effort and artistry required.
(I would think a “Maker” would understand this.)
But… “I plug in a projector, and it randomly sprinkles everything in sight with a sort of dim, vaguely Christmas-colored dandruff (and who knows, maybe it even ROTATES!!!1!), and, presto! I’m all done!”
Really?
How sad.
Now, say five “Hail Santas” and go drive three laps of Christmas Tree Lane, and be absolved. (-:
