Every year we have the same discussion in our house; do we go for a real Christmas tree or use our old faithful from the loft.
In my World real is always going to win yet somehow I always end up caving in, and Mr Page manages to persuade me with talk of how many new glittery new baubles and trinkets we can buy with the money instead. You can tell who has the accountant brain out of the two of us.
So off we go into the attic and out comes the tree – which is perfectly acceptable I might add, but for me there is something a bit special about a beautiful real Christmas tree.
I think it goes back to my childhood and our annual pilgrimage to the local Christmas tree farm with Dad. He’s always been a huge fan of Christmas and would make sure we picked the biggest and most majestic tree we could find. I think if he could have kept it out in living room until summer he would have done just that. Mum would have killed him though! She’s far less of a Christmas fan – perhaps in the bah humbug category with Mr Page in fact 🙂
Dad worked long hours when we were young so it was always that extra bit special when he came home and bundled us into the car to go tree shopping. It felt like ‘our’ time and became one of those yearly traditions you always remember so fondly.
This year we’re in limbo land as we wait for our new home to be built, so a Christmas tree of any description may be off the agenda. It’s a little bit tragic isn’t it?
I’ve resigned myself to the fact I will be making so many Christmas wreaths for family and friends I will have more than my fair share of Nordic Spruce. And then next year we will have our long awaited real tree and can begin our own family tradition. We’re really lucky that in Worcestershire there are a number of Christmas tree farms and in actual fact there’s a perfect little place just down the road from our new home.
If you’re in a quandary about which Christmas tree to choose here’s my little shopping guide for next year –
Or, as I call it, the traditional tree. If you think of a childhood Christmas by a roaring log fire, with a wonderful pine scent filling the air, this is the tree. The sort which smells like heaven but sadly looks a little bit scrawny by Boxing Day, if you don’t spend time with it! If you’re a social butterfly flitting from party to party at Christmas then this is perhaps not the best tree. If however you live in an old house aka a cold house, then perhaps this one could work out for you. Unless you have a cat that likes to climb it, and then that enters you into a whole new set of tree dilemmas!
The new (ish) kid on the block, and the tree we started to buy when I was a teenager. It doesn’t have much of a pine scent but it looks the part and has nice broad needles which shed at a much slower rate than a Norway. They look nice and bushy with a great shape, and are perfect for cramming full of all your favourite decorations.
This is such a pretty tree with a beautiful blue/grey tint to the needles, kind of eucalyptus coloured in fact. I haven’t had one of these myself yet, although there is a lovely one growing in one of our fields. It doesn’t shed needles at the rate of a Norway and looks the part with silver and white decorations.
These are often the trees you see in hotels and restaurants. Nice and tall but slim too – the super model of the Christmas Tree scene which is favoured due to it’s slim proportions and fact it doesn’t have a massive footprint taking up tones of space.
Do you have a favourite Christmas tree type? Or special Christmas tree buying tradition?
I’m not sure about you but I think Christmas is a time for tradition and family fun, a time to see those you love and who are dear to you. A time to eat lots of nice food and make lots of pretty decorations to go on the tree.
I do love Christmas!