The holidays. For many, it’s a magical time filled with twinkling lights, cozy fires, and the scent of pine. For me, for years, it was also a time of quiet frustration. Don’t get me wrong, I adore Christmas, but the centerpiece of our celebration – the tree – was always a bit of a battle. Until, that is, I discovered the **King of Christmas**. For over a decade, my husband and I went through the ritual. First, there were the real trees. Oh, the romance! The smell! The needles. Oh, the never-ending, vacuum-clogging, pet-attracting needles. Not to mention the annual trek to the tree farm in freezing temperatures, tying it…