Big confession, which might not be such big news to regular readers of this column: I don’t do Christmas trees.I haven’t had one for more than a decade, and even before then, I didn’t feel it. I did manage to fake it, however.For years I pulled that big bad boy of a dead tree into my living room and adorned him with lights and tinsel for four important reasons: my kids. Like most parents, my husband and I did a lot for our kids - meal provision, laundry completion, bandaid placement, new tennis shoes and Christmas trees to name just ...