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Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree
December 11, 2015
Christmas. A time of family, love, and peace.
Whoever really believes that has clearly never been round my house during the holly, jolly period.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas as much as the next goofy 22-year-old who refuses to grow up.
But there’s no doubt that the mere mention of that C word can cause an argument quicker than you can ‘wish it could be Christmas everyday’. For me, one of these first bones of contention arise when it’s time to put up the tree.
My family are quick to describe me in many ways during the festive period, such as: annoying, controlling, and even a ‘tree Nazi’. Yes, they went there. What’s wrong with having a distinct colour scheme? Don’t they understand about minimalism? Well who cares, because this year I’ve got my way. I’ve gone for a silver and teal scheme, with lots of stars.
Isn’t she a beaut.
My glory, however, was short lived. Last weekend my Godmother and her utterly gorgeous kids came for a visit. They’re three and four years old, and it takes all three of us (me, and my two sisters) to keep them entertained. With my younger sister at university, we were a man down. We have a second Christmas tree, a small, fake one, that we put up in the dining room. What a nice idea it would be to let the kids decorate it, some fool thought.
So I sat back and watched as my two favourite tots set about ‘decorating’ the tree. It wasn’t perfect. They had no colour scheme in mind. (Do three or four year olds know what that is?) And there was a near accidental throttling with some red beads. They could only reach the lower branches so it is a little bottom heavy. My godmother kept reassuring me that I could rearrange it all once they’d left.
The end result?
Honestly, I wouldn’t change a thing about it. It was hilarious watching them dig out all our old, mismatched baubles with glee. The three-year-old kept handing me some to put on, so I didn’t feel left out. She’s better at sharing than I am! While it’s not evenly distributed or arranged in the way I would have done it, I love it.
So, are you a tree totalitarian? Or are you into the more relaxed, throw it all on approach?