My son and I rarely agree on a Christmas tree.
He wants the kind that have been pruned and prodded and sang to all season, in hopes of having the most spectacular perfectly shaped tree in the land.
The kind where you need 10 boxes of lights, and is so dense, you need to put as many inside the tree as you do on the outside.
Bullet proof! Bounce proof even. The kind where you need 2 neighbours to help you lug it into the house. Like our tree last year.
I loved it! It had a side of quirk to it too which made me happy. But we went a different route this year.
Rather than a traditional big huge tree farm with the hay rides and hot apple cider beside the firepit, we shopped local.
I desired a natural looking tree that you may find during a forest walk. Unpruned. A little unruly. And bare. Charlie Brownish if you will.
So we visited a local place I had never been to. And while I missed all the hub bub of the larger places, I’m so glad we went this route.
The kind gent followed me into the field when he didn’t have to, offered to saw the tree when he didn’t need to, and offered to carry it for me when I could carry it myself. It was that light.
And then, with an apologetic heart, he gave me a deal, because his selection was low.
I turned to him and said otherwise. “There’s no need to apologize. The first tree I saw in your field was the one I fell in love with. And with so many others, I’m glad I saw this first because that made my decision easy. Thank YOU for having the kind of tree I was looking for this year! And something I can manage myself!”
I am so in LOVE with a tree like this, you have no idea.
When I started decorating it with mini lights and all things woodsy ( kindling stars, wood slice garland, plain wood slices and button garland), I had to laugh. Every light shone as brightly as if you had put on 5. I had to relearn how to wrap the lights around each branch so the cords wouldn’t show very much.
And boy is this thing bright at night! With so little density, she outshines our best reading lamp.
I’m telling you, this tree is perfect!
And chimes in with the spirit of Christmas in a whole new way.
This little tree represents how our expectations can lead us wrong. We may find the most perfect little treasure in the least expected places.
(tree is from Mayfair Signs on Majuba Hill in Chilliwack, BC Canada… cannot find it online)
Thank-you for being so kind to us Mr. Mayfair, and for the most perfect little tree we’ve ever had!
p.s. I’m taking my son to Disney for Christmas, so he got over the twiggy tree pretty quick! 🙂