Monday, 5 December 2011
There are a couple of reasons for this, it's not that I'm all bah humbug and purist. One is that this was always our tradition at home, we would buy a living tree a couple of weeks before Christmas and it would be dragged into the house with great ceremony on Christmas Eve. Very early on I bagged the bossy boots role of arranging the decorations, assisted more or less willingly by my two younger brothers. It's only recently that my mum has revealed the more prosaic reason behind our family tradition - mainly that putting the tree up so late gave it the greatest chance of surviving unscathed until the Big Day with three hyperactive children in the house.
The other reason is that our youngest child has a birthday on 23 December and it feels right to keep her birthday festivities separate. The year she was born we put up the tree a few days before my due date as it was unlikely that we would get round to it once we had a newborn in the house. She was pretty much born by the light of the Christmas tree, but that's a post for another day...
This little tree is part of a set of felt decorations that I made last year. This year I'll be adding a fabric robin to the branches too.