Matilda has loved Christmas this year, she really got it, but what she loved perhaps most of all was the tree. In fact all trees, if there was a competition for who could spot a Christmas tree first as you drive around she would win it hands down.
As a parent this was awesome, experiencing the magic through the eyes of your children is just fabulous. That is until you have to be the one to break the news to her that it’s time for the tree to leave its cosy corner in the dining room and head off to Christmas tree heaven.
The conversation went a something like this:
Me: Matilda, it’s time for us to get rid of the tree now that Christmas has finished.
Matilda: but I don’t want to, I like having a tree.
Me: I know, but it’s not Christmas any more so we need to take it down and we’ll get another one next Christmas.
Matilda; *pauses to think* ok, that’s fine, we’ll get another one later?
Me: yes we’ll get another one later
Matilda: maybe this afternoon?
Now you can’t really fault that logic can you? But what do you do? There is no way we’re keeping the tree for a year. Well dear reader, I came up with a perfect plan. The next day I got Matilda to help me move the tree out of the house and then we cut it up and put it on the compost heap. I figured this way she’d know exactly what had happened to it and where it had gone.
Then came the clever bit, we have a small Christmas tree in a pot in the garden that Matilda was given on her first Christmas. So I grabbed that pot and put it on the decking just outside the house, then I decorated it with some outside lights. Now we have pretty Christmassy lights just outside the window, which with the dark evenings and mornings can be on everyday for Matilda to see.