It’s been years since we have had a real Christmas tree in the house. This year we decided to go for a real one, as there is something magical about the whole tree selecting process as well as having it in the house. Yes it costs more when we have a perfectly adequate fake one in the loft, but the smell of the needles really makes the house feel Christmassy.
We were out shopping on Saturday so popped into a couple of garden centre’s on the way around and compared trees and prices. Whilst the sensible in me was sitting on one shoulder asking why I wanted to spend money on something I didn’t need, the other me was watching 6yo’s face and enjoying spending every penny.
After Hubby declared “this one” we set off to have it wrapped. 6yo enjoyed trying to carry one end to help her Daddy.
When we got the tree home, it took us almost an hour to get it to stand up straight in the stand. I almost lost Hubby underneath the tree at one point which was amusing for me but I think he was starting to lose his patience a little bit.
6yo wanted to decorate the tree so we let her do her worst. I reasoned that I could just rearrange when she was in bed that night, but after her concentration and I could see that she really wanted to make it lovely and very colourful, I just decided that she could do it how she wanted and I would keep quiet.
The most important piece – the star was put on at the end and a very proud and happy 6yo admired her work. It’s got a lot of colours and it’s less coordinated that I would like but I have learnt that Christmas isn’t just about what I want so this year the decoration is over to her, and she is happy!
Do you choose real or fake?