The Christmas Tree Forest



We are lucky that, close to where we live, there is a forest where they produce trees for Christmas.  Traditionally, my husband would take our daughters up to the forest to choose a Christmas tree for us, while I stayed at home and raided the garden for sprigs of holly and tendrils of ivy to decorate the house with.  They would usually be gone an hour or two, spending plenty of time finding the ‘right’ tree – not too tall, not too small, good shape, with no awkward sticky out branches, and bushy right to the top, it also had to be one of the type that doesn’t drop needles all over the house, so they were pretty picky, but they’d always come home with a perfect specimen wedged in the car.  They’d demand hot chocolate to warm themselves up before we set about covering said specimen in so many baubles and lights that you could barely see it anyway.  We always, always, had Christmas music playing and would sing along in loud discordance with tinsel around our necks and baubles hanging from our ears.

The girls can’t get home to choose the tree these days, so me and my husband trek to the forest together. We went last Friday, and for some reason, just saw a tree and thought it would be ok (it is) in less than five minutes.  We came home and decorated it in wistful silence. It looks pretty, but I wonder if I’ll ever stop missing the old days?

4 thoughts on “The Christmas Tree Forest

    • Yes, I’m afraid we can’t expect things to stay the same forever – seems like I’m still empty nesting though, even though they’ve been gone for over 10 years!!

  1. As soon as I learned to drive, finding the tree became my job. Every December, once it became apparent that no one else was going to do it, I drove out to the Christmas tree farm, found a tree, hauled it home, and set it up. As I’m 5’3″ and quite petite, this was quite a challenge, but it’s amazing how many kind people sprung out of the woodwork to help me tie it onto my car.

    These days there’s no room in my apartment for a tree, so I bring out tiny wooden ones and decorate them. Traditions change with time, but you can always build new ones. If this one makes you sad, perhaps it’s time to change it up a bit? Decorate a tree in the yard? Invite friends around? I’m sure you’ll still miss the old times, but sometimes it’s nice to shake things up a bit.

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