Yesterday on Glasgow’s Byres Road, people could be seen choosing and buying Christmas trees. It was cold, very cold, and everyone was wearing hats and gloves and scarves. There was a lovely feel in the air of seasonal cheer and I just love seeing Christmas trees for sale, all lined up in their little net bags.
Girls in shops were talking about going to get their Christmas trees after work, and putting up their decorations this weekend. It made me smile inside with the joy of this simple, festive delight.
It conjures cheesy scenes in films, where on Christmas Eve, couples run to buy a tree as it starts to snow, and there’s none left, and just when they think they aren’t going to get a tree, they see one and drag it home and it ‘makes’ Christmas. So predictable, but nostalgic and heart-warming somehow.
And you don’t need a big fancy ‘real’ tree. But they are fabulous.
This year I’m working on an alternative Christmas tree.
And I’ve already made a pretty wreath from dry cleaner’s coat hangers and a bit of rag-tag, past it’s best garland. It has new life in wreath form and just shows that you don’t need to spend a lot to get festive (the garland was from the charity shop).
But for now, I’m going to unpack my decorations. Is this the chosen weekend for ‘decking the halls’?
I think it might be!