It’s Friday so that can mean only one thing, as promised, it’s time for this week’s Christmas themed blog post. (You have been warned so don’t go all, “REALLY? IT’S ONLY NOVEMBER” on me.) There’s so much inspiration and gift guides out there but what I love, love, love more than anything during the holiday season is decorating the tree.
Growing up, it was always a big deal. Mum and Dad would get out the boxes from the loft, the tell-tale whaft of dust and something I just can’t put my finger on, would fill the front room as the familiar boxes triggering Christmas nostalgia, sat waiting patiently for my sister, brother and I to rummage through. Dad would arrange the tree in the bucket while mum would start sorting the tree decoration box from the rest then it was all systems go.
As we delved deeper and deeper, pulling out our favourites and hanging them up, in no particular order, there was nothing sweeter, more nostalgic than finding your childhood, handmade ones, albeit slightly more battered than the year before.
Even the smell of a real tree takes me back to the feeling of opening the living room door on a cold December morning (pre central heating) and seeing our tree with all it’s abundance of presents sat underneath it.
I’ve not quite fathomed out why I love the Christmas build up so much, but I do.
Now I’m the mum, I’ve worked hard at maintaining the day we decorate the tree as a special one. Christmas music blares out as we get about transforming it from dull to fabulous. We feast on mince pies, party food and chocolates, then settle down and watch a film (usually Elf) with one eye on the twinkly fairy lights that now light up the room. But this year will be a little different.
For the first time since having children, we are having a real tree. Not having the means to be able to transport home, we’ve stuck with a simple, artificial one but thanks to Pines and Needles we’ll be getting ours delivered straight to our door, and with it a life time of memories for our children.
Now they too will experience the same wonderful Christmassy feelings when they catch the scent of a real tree in years to come. The same happy memories of opening the living room door when they come home from school to be met with a hint of pine.
But above all, I’m hoping the needles are a deterrent for our fiddly, inquisitive toddler whom I suspect will great delight at removing every reachable decoration he can find.