My husband thinks of this as a kind of community service, it gives a tree a home for Christmas and removes it from the native bush. The kids and the dog ran back up the track while it was relocated to the roof racks and we picked them up, like miniature hitchhikers, on the way home. Somewhere in our busy Saturday, we decorated the tree, pausing over each decoration to remember who made them or gave them to us. The lights were untangled and new paper chain was made and hung up. There was a sense of magical harmony to it all. 'This is so great', observed Mr 9, and he was right. Before bed we read 'How The Grinch Stole Christmas!' and the following lines didn't so much as strike a chord with me, as jump out and clobber me over the head.
'Maybe Christmas,' he thought, 'doesn't come from a store.
Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!'
Here's to finding the bits about Christmas that we actually like and celebrating them.
Indigo Kate x