One of my warmest memories of Christmas in St. Louis is walking down the stairs and seeing the tree in the early morning hours. Mom always had it lit by the time I woke up and it gave the softest, most wonderful glow. It always gave me a sense of home.
I wanted to create that here, so I insisted we get a timer that could turn the lights on in the morning for a few hours and then again in the evening. I have actually been eager to wake up in the morning to enjoy drinking my coffee by the warm glow the tree emits.