Oh, yes, I’m one of those people who loves Christmas. Growing up in Canada, a white Christmas was guaranteed, with snowmen, frosty noses, and even an occasional sleigh ride, jingle bells and all.
But the thing that meant Christmas was truly here was the night we’d all decorate the Christmas tree, always a real one, painstakingly selected at the local Christmas tree man’s stall on the petrol station forecourt (or garage parking lot in Canada-speak). This was, of course, once we’d moved to Quebec. Back in Newfoundland Dad had to put the chains on his tires, drive out over the icy roads to the forest and chop down a tree, tie it to the roof of the car and get it home, without it falling off (something that did happen one year, but that’s another story).
So, today’s blog is an ode to the Christmas Tree, in all it’s decorative glory.
And another English one, the tree in Trafalgar Square London. An annual gift from Norway.
I love this pretty pink tree. From http://www.workingventures.ca
I love this pretty multi-coloured candy tree. On http://www.kuwans.com
Just because you’re short of space doesn’t mean you have to forego your tree. From http://www.ideas-thenest.com
A frosty white delight! From http://www.kuwans.com