We have had a real tree before.... and I loved it. The tradition of a branch began when we had a puppy in the house who insisted on dismantling anything below knee level. The fact that I'm obsessed with a White Christmas (even though I've never experienced one) is definitely the main influence when it comes to my decorating choices. Hubby brought home two miniature Hilliers Plum Puddings for me - which he had to get at a gas station because our local supermarket no longer sells them (insert un-ladylike cussing) Young Prince was most understanding when I made very specific suggestions as to where the baubles, bells and shiny bits should go - I have OCCDD*
I've taken to writing a "letter to ourselves" when I pack all the decorations away. Then come the following Christmas we open our treasures box and read it together. It usually details what the year held for us and what we hope to achieve in the new one. We lost a few souls this year gone by... so this letter was shared with tears. Hubby and I stayed up late laughing and giggling and eating chocolate. Young Prince stumbled off to bed calling out "Night Mum... Night Dad... Love you guys...."
Christmas is about so much more than I can ever put into words. ...
*Obsessive Compulsive Christmas Decorating Disorder - and there is apparently no cure.