Around 1994, my parents started buying me a super hero Christmas ornament every year. My wife quickly picked up the tradition, as did her own parents. As you can imagine, my super hero Christmas tree is now something to behold. My six-year-old has enjoyed helping me put the ornaments up for the last few years, and we’re looking forward to when my youngest daughter can join in the fun. We use a pathetic little fake tree I bought fourteen years ago when I was unmarried and living alone. We think it’s charming as it stands proud in the basement, bedecked in all things super. (Pay no attention to the sparse Bears ornaments … they are not so super.) Look upon it in awe!