Daisy was at me from the moment she woke up “Mum, can we get the tree today? It’s December…we can get the tree today Muuuuum.” So as soon as Harper woke from her lunchtime rest we got in the car and drove here. To the Christmas Tree Farm!
Rob got his saw and off they went, Harper pointing the way. It’s very important business, this tree picking business.
We’d stop. And ponder. And all have our say before moving onto the next.
Until. There she was! Our tree! Rob got cutting…
Then we dragged her up the hill to the car. And then home where Bing Crosby was put on and decorations were added. I was so busy doing my very most favourite family thing to do that I didn’t take one photo. Not one. I was too busy singing Mele kalikimaka.
While our tree could be all stylish and themed and fancy…it’s just not. It’s covered with crappy decorations that we have collected through the years. Covered in coloured lights and remind me of the ones I had when I was a little girl. Tossed with shitty bits of tinsel that the girls love and covered in Pre School or home made decorations. It’s messy. And colourful. It’s a little dodgy. And it is absolutely adored by the girls. Which is what counts. And it smells? Amazing. Like Christmas should.
It’s pretty big too. And a little bare in some sections so I think I’ll need to get a few more bits next week.
Oh Christmas 2011, you are looking pretty good to me so far…