My parents have a small, three foot tall fake Christmas tree in their kitchen. It has two strings of lights, one around the bottom of the tree, one around the top. Fake snow covers the fake limbs and fake pine cones. The top string of lights didn't work this year when they put it up, and Dad had resolved it would go in the trash once the holidays were over. So, yes, they have a tree only half lit just to get through the holidays instead of just getting another.
Tonight, apparently, that second string of lights just started working. Mom has declared it a Christmas miracle.
Yeah. War. Disease. Famine. Injustice. And Jesus is going to work his magic to make your Christmas tree light up.
She'd be better off thanking Nicola Tesla for this one.