If you don’t like to talk about Christmas before the middle of December, then it is probably best to look away now!
And yes, this is a whole post dedicated to my Christmas tree…
For the past 6 years we have had an artificial Christmas tree. It was given to us by my parents when they upgraded theirs and whilst it has served us well, I have always harboured dreams of having a real one.
Obviously, it isn’t always practical with small children and an array of pets so we stuck faithfully with our artificial one. However, this year I was on a mission. Last December we were in the middle of packing up and moving and with all our spare money going towards that, things were a little bit on the bah humbug side. Without a doubt, Christmas is my favourite time of year so being surrounded by boxes rather than tinsel somewhat took the festive element away. This year I was determined it was going to be different. I was getting that real tree!
Eli is just about at the age where we can explain that he needs to not touch the tree so we figured we might be okay. However we hadn’t anticipated that Meg and her clumsiness would cause her to fall into the tree on an almost daily basis…we have our fingers crossed that there will still be some needles left by Christmas day!
Last weekend we went around a number of Christmas tree ‘farms’ and had a look at the ones on offer before choosing the one we thought was right. We have a large bay window and I had visions of filling the entire thing but was persuaded away from the 8 and 9 footers by James, and ‘sensibly’ opted for a 7 foot Nordman fir.
Out in the open amongst the other trees it didn’t look all that big but when it turned up on Monday there was a lot of debate over how we would actually get it into the house. So as much as it chagrins me to say James was right…I’m definitely glad we didn’t get a larger one.
We also decided to have a change in theme this year; previously we have stuck with gold and red but this year we have gone for silver and white with tones of pale pink and blue and lots and lots of sparkle.
I absolutely adore it.
There is something so lovely about coming into the lounge and seeing the tree illuminated; seeing the lights catch the decorations and give a little twinkle…and don’t get me started on the smell. Beautiful!
The fact that you can’t see the television if you sit on one side of the sofa, and one of us has to risk life and limb crawling under the tree each day to water it, is just something we have to cope with…yes?