Our Christmas decorating was completed last night. As always, it was a trip down memory lane as each bauble and decoration was put in place.
Until I was in my late teens and living on the farm, the 'tree' was found on Christmas Eve. For Aussie country folk, this meant looking for a Eucalypt/gum tree sapling, or cutting a branch from a larger gum. When I was small, my brothers and I slept on the verandah of our house. I can clearly recall one Christmas [about 8 years old] that the tree was opposite my bed and on waking in the dark, squinting to see if Santa had been. This was repeated numerous times until sun up. Santa had left me a lovely blue and white sewing box. I kept it for countless years.
In 1980, I married Frank, an Englishman. Our first Christmas together was the first and last time we had a gum tree. Frank went driving, until he found a small pine tree growing beside the road. A few years later, the Lions Clubs would have them for sale. As you will quickly note below, our fir/pine trees don't grow symmetrically, so it wasn't long, with the advent of artificial trees, that Frank went shopping and not chopping.