Christmas at the Hoarder's home (or I live in a flea market)

I went to the basement to get our tree and decorations and just could not dig my way into the closet.  I  posted before that I am having a Scrooge like season, and having trouble getting in the right frame of mind for holiday events, so you might think this was just more of that, but there was literally a bookshelf and a ladder wedged in front of our storage door and a wall of crates inside after I opened the door.
We have been working on a little shop since September and it has become a huge project.  I never knew.
We were going to auctions before that and liked going...I love a bargain.  But our little townhouse is full up with stuff we haven't had time to price or tag.  Good stuff bought cheap but if we don't stop we will drown in it.
I told Jim I don't want to go to the auction until after Christmas at least.  We have been three times since then.  He is addicted to going and once I am there I just can't resist bidding.  Who wouldn't buy a flat of old English tea cups and saucers for a dollar?  I think I need a twelve step program!
Anyway,I started to move the crates until I could see that behind that was a stack of something else that wasn't Christmas.  
Many years ago, when Jim and I were dating, I bought him a tiny two foot tree, and decorated it.  He never bothered with a tree.  It has been on top of a bookshelf in the basement, fully decorated, for all this time.  So...
Our tree is up!   It is two feet tall and with one string of lights and some simple decorations supplemented by auction stuff that I could get to easily.  It was up in under 10 minutes, and it only took that long because I had to clear a space for it on top of the pedestals to a table we don't have room for yet in the shop.
It works for this year.

Merry Christmas!