Its name is Sprucey

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Our Christmas tree experience this year got off to an inauspicious start.

We all had colds. And we took forever to get going because we went to Sainsbury’s first to get some wellingtons for Henry, and they didn’t have any but they did have a lady giving away Lindt chocolate samples, so we hung around her for far too long looking casual, and then we tracked down some wellies at Next, and then we got going to Yattendon Christmas Tree farm.

It’s at the end of a fifteen minute drive through twisty, woodland roads and little villages. Trees stacked up in every direction in size order. You wander around picking up likely candidates, and bear off your favourite to be wrapped. Afterwards I browse through the ornaments section and pick up our special ornaments for the year. I love it. It’s the most Christmassy start to December I can think of.

Henry, though: Henry had no idea about Christmas trees. All he knew was that we were very cold and surrounded by spiky things for a long time. So he cried, and tripped over his new wellies into piles of mud and cried some more, while we picked up tree after tree that wasn’t quite right. In the end we found one with two heads (we are siamese if you please) and took it away out of sheer desperation.

But then we got it home. And with the extra head facing the wall to watch for burglars it turned out to be the loveliest tree imaginable. We decorated it in the evening, all together – by which I mean that Timothy and I put ornaments on and Henry took them off – and had Christmas music on for the first time this year, and it was delicious. We still haven’t worked out how to stop Henry from stripping the bottom two branches – once he found out they bounced, it was all over, and he kept taking them away to a spot in the corner he thought we couldn’t see – but I am sat upstairs with the smell of Christmas pine drifting over the balcony, and feeling pretty spiffy about it.

Oh, and we made this.  Not that we were keeping count.

The Christmas Ornament Face-Off from Rachel Jeffcoat on Vimeo.

(it needs maximising to watch properly.)

And now I’ve worn the hat, I’m excited. Merry Christmas all! And if you happen to have two heads, then Merry Christmas twice.

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