I had one of those, and a spinning stand, for my aluminum tree. I used to collect vintage blissmiss shit. It was crazy. One year, I had seven trees. It took until April to get it all down and put away.
My friends and family thought I was planning to commit suicide when I started giving it all away. Apparently, that's a common warning sign. There was nearly an intervention.
No. I don't believe in the Abrahamic deity and its celestial palace. You may continue to love my un-holy day display. It runs from Hallowe'en through the New Year with an emphasis on the Solstice (hence, the light and globe).
The procession was a spectacle indeed. Besides the participants, I was amazed at the number of bystanders lining the roads and bridges as we passed through town.
The finale, however, was poorly executed. The performance was something that should have been seen at close range, but the closest spectators stood a good footbal field's width away. As tiny as they look in the photo they appeared in person. I understand the solemnity that accompanies the holiday, but the performance really dragged on and the music was too repetitive and, well, kind of annoying. There's nothing inappropriate about a little foot stomping after a quiet, reverent moment.
That said, I'd do it again and again, but with less anticipation for the finale. One of the funnest parts was putting our costumes together. If my date hadn't been so lazy about it, we could have accomplished much more. Next year, I'll start earlier.