It is part of that most sacred tradition to beckon the presents closer, that rite that keeps the hype up and the days counting down until the fat guy passes through a convenient hole in the house to make his deliveries. I, of course refer to the erection that every house should have in the last month of the year - the Christmas Tree.
Our two love their tree. The moment the first tree is displayed in a mall, or the first decoration is hung the calls begin for the Christmas tree to be set up. Many a young conifer gives up its life for this time, but by a combination of economics, convenience and some conscience we have a wire and plastic number that provides all the satisfaction required of it.
This tree will not have a present under it this year, because Santa has a forwarding address for us in Austria, and so, when the day does roll around, he will need to knock on the door there, not here.
This is an inconsequential detail to the girls who just love the whole process. As long as Santa knows where to find us, they’re ok.
Amber and Saz do most of the work themselves – all the parents contribute is the coiling of the lights. We regularly have to cope with low light scenarios in the house once the tree is up though. Amber particularly switches off all the house lights, and then, on go the tree lights – the entire living area becomes and blueroom.
That, and candles are about all we are allowed to eat dinner by, or do homework if it was up to her!
Cow, one of the the other sacred things in the house poses here, smiling as always with the tree-decorators.
To go with our fake tree this year, we have some fake snow – the real thing is plentiful outside, but being able to spray permanent snow inside the house is just way cool.
The kids got one set of doors to decorate and boy did they decorate – by the end, it was like having a custom frosting job all over the glass.
May the intervening days fleet by!
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