When I was younger my Mom would bring the tree and decorations out on the 1st December every year.
To me, this time of year was always magical. I remember an occasion when I was in primary school and couldn’t understand why we had to wait for December to decorate the tree. My Mother had to explain (for quite some time) that putting the tree up mid year was not going to happen.
And now as an adult I find that putting up the tree is (oh I shudder to say it out loud for fear of judgement) but….well more of an effort. There I
said wrote it. For just a moment I considered giving in to being less festive than usual this year. The past few weeks have been extremely stressful with my Mother-in-law’s illness and nobody would judge us for not hauling out the tree and putting lots of shiny things onto it, would they?
But the feeling passed and the other day we took the tree out.
Then I realised we had lost the feet to said tree. Was that a sign? But no, we bought a new tree (and I will make a point of looking after the feet).
I bought tinsel. Because ours was looking a little threadbare and sad.
And a reindeer. Because I thought he was adorable.
And I found the Christmas side plates and mugs from last year.
And we put the tree up last night, decorated it and my festive feeling returned. I don’t think it was ever really lost but it might have gone walkabout (along with our old tree’s feet).
I’m just glad that it came back. Because sometimes I remember the 8 year old me sulking when I couldn’t have a Christmas tree up in the middle of the year. The sheer injustice of feeling festive and not being able to decorate something with tinsel.
And it reminds me how special this time of year is.