When we saw Santa yesterday, Matilda was all set to simply ask him for
a tree and some tinsel for her sister. Sweet girl! She ended up asking for
a scooter for herself instead, but it made me realise that I was obviously running a bit late with the tree decorating this year!
I have always had a real Christmas tree, which is can be a bit of a mission to buy and cart back home. The tired mum in me was set to get a fake one today. Less mess, easy to pack away, no fuss!
But the romantic in me just couldn’t do it. I love the smell of real Christmas trees. It makes it feel like Christmas. So instead I bought this tall skinny thing. Cute huh!? It is growing in a pot, so in theory we can keep it outside for next year.
I like this idea. It reminds me of my Christmas tree in the UK. I spent my first Christmas there, whilst visiting my grand parents just outside of London. My dear Dadda planted a tree in his front garden for me. He has sadly passes away now, and the family house sold, but my Aunty wrote just last week to tell me she had visited it. As you could imagine it is quite tall/ old now. I would love to see it again one day. Or even just a photo of it (hint hint to my UK family. xo)
Time to get off the computer now and pull out the decorations… it is going to be a night of tinsel and baubles. Fun!