There is much talk across Ye Old Blogosphere about Christmas Trees. For those of my Sweet Friends that don’t celebrate Christmas, feel free to read on and snicker at the antics that us Christmas Tradition following folks will go through during this Happiest of
Decorating Holiday Seasons. Go ahead. I give you free reign on the snickering.
The biggest question, of course, is whether to go with a real or a fake Christmas tree. I have my own delusions of grandeur here; but, having a child with allergies dictates that you change all sorts of things that you never thought you would. Or could. (Nutella, how I loved you so…)
I may as well admit, up front, that I am a real tree kinda’ gal. All. The. Way. (Except for when the pine needles start dropping. Then, I’m wishing really hard that it will turn into a fake tree. Miraculously. Because, this is the season of miracles, is it not?)
Tree decorating should be an Olympic event, don’t you think? Especially when you see trees that look spectacularly decked out. (I’m left wondering where on earth the time is found to decorate to the nines???) Even better, when you see trees that are all white. (Whose homes do those stay white in???)
Or, GASP, Fur trees. It’s true. I am sad to report that I actually saw a fur tree in a catalog recently. Fur. On a Christmas tree. Now, I’m all for fancy tinsel. And I can even go for some of those brightly colored big bulb lights. The whole peacock themed thingy going on lately? I can actually get behind the bright beauty of that, too. But a fur tree? Fur real? Why?
Maybe one of y’all can explain the appeal to me? Like, maybe it just goes in a bedroom because you want to create a sense of “warmth”? I’m grasping at feathers here, folks. Enlighten me. Please.
It’s all good though, because, when all’s said and decorated, we’re pretty stinkin’ happy with the results at our house.
All is calm,
All is bright;
With nary a hot pink
Feather in sight.