Saturday, 13 December 2014

Day 43

We piled the whole family int the car and headed to the forest this morning, before the circus class, the library, the supermarket, the friend's birthday party and the play rehearsal.  We headed to the bush and drove my 2 wheel drive soccer-mum car up steep four wheel drive tracks and nearly skittled a bounding black wallaby who flew past.  Up and up and I wondered if we'd ever get back to do all the things on our busy Saturday list.   And there, across the road from the edge of the pine forest, we found it.  This year's orphan Christmas tree.

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  

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