The shiny star was placed on the top of the tree and looked out over the whole room. In fact the star could see the entire apartment, because it was a humble studio. The young man was familiar, but ....
The young man stepped back. He could only step back so far, because the room was too small to step back very far. It wouldn't take that many steps back to see the whole tree. It was a small silver tree sitting on the only counter next to a hot plate. The tree was far too small for the size of star on top of the tree.
The star seemed to remember other Christmases long ago with a larger tree. The young man was a child then.
The young man didn't appear to have any other decorations for the silver tinsel tree that he had placed the large gold star on. He turned on a small transistor radio and found some timeless songs that the star had heard before, a long time ago, in a much warmer room.
The young man hummed along with the music, at first a strong smooth voice to accompany the static filled song on the radio. Slowly his tune faded, but the radio kept on. After a while he turned off the radio and then the lights, and then the star was alone on the tree in the dark.
The room had no windows, nor a bed, just a counter and a pillow, a hot plate and a tree with an oversized gold star on top. It was quiet in the dark.