Tag: Christmas tree

The Story Behind some of our Christmas Decorations

I got this idea of buying a special Christmas tree decoration each year and allowing T to choose it from one of my oldest blogger friend Kate of Did That Just Happen Blog.  She did it with her son who is all grown up now and is in University.  Today she has a Christmas tree filled with wonderful memories!  I love that idea.

We started when T was three-years-old, I wish I had started when she was one.  But better late than never.

This was her first ever special decoration, we got it in a National Trust property where she also met her first Tudor Father Christmas, you can read all about it here.

In 2014, we spent Christmas with my in-laws at Woburn Sands.  While there we visited Frosts Garden centre to specifically choose a special Christmas tree ornament, luckily they were on sale.  T choose a vintage Father Christmas and Christmas Reindeer:

This is made of glass and is very delicate.  I used to decorate our kitchen in the old house, so of course, I also did it this year, especially since it’s the first room you’ll see once you step in our front-door.

I’ve decorated it with a garland and hang some of my glass baubles including the vintage Father Christmas.  Not clear on the photo is the vintage Christmas reindeer seen on the left side.

And of course, also decorated the mantel shelf above the kitchen fire.

Yes, I also have Christmas crockery, some of them were given to me by my lovely in-laws.  They know how much I love anything to do with Christmas.

And this was last year’s special choice:  Mr. and Mrs. Clause kissing.

And this year’s choice was a very sparkly penguin.  T said her Christmas rabbit needed a friend.  She bought that when we picked up our tree from the tree farm and that is why, when you have a small child, it’s impossible to have a “theme” going on in your Christmas tree.  I think all parents with young children have the “everything-and-anything-goes-theme”.

Now for my favourite Christmas tree ornaments:

I have a thing for glass Christmas ornaments, especially baubles.  I blame my mother for this, yes, she loves them too.  I couldn’t sleep last night, so I had the iPad in bed and was browsing through M&S’ website and was drooling over their Christmas decors which were on sale.  I told my husband about it this morning and he laughed and teased me and called it “Dean’s Christmas Porn” and then told me to just buy the blimming baubles, so I went online to purchase them and of course, they’re all gone.  Story of my life.

And I adore this little breakable Father Christmas, also vintage-looking.

I also love this angel ornament which I bought when we visited St. Michael’s mount in Penzance more than a few years ago.  I have this feeling though that it isn’t really a Christmas decoration, but is actually the Archangel Michael who supposedly appeared before local fishermen on the mount in the 5th century.  I don’t really care, I love seeing it up there on our tree.

And then there’s this tacky Christmas fire-guard my husband bought in Trelawney, a garden centre nearby.  There’s a little story attached to this one.  The Historian bought this fireguard not for this house, but for another house which had an open-fire and two wood-burning stoves.  We were supposed to move into it early this year.  We were all packed and about to exchange when the house-sale fell through.  If you’ve been following me for some time now, you  may have just read about the whole fiasco in past posts.

When we moved in our present home, my husband looked at our gas-fire and said, I’m still using that blimming Christmas fire guard  even if you all point and laugh.  To be fair, nobody is pointing and laughing, but yep it’s out and is staying there all through out the Christmas season, whether I have a say or not.

What about you?

Do you do this tradition?  Or have one of your own?

Oops, I did it again (A Love Story)

I knew something was up when they locked me in the kitchen.  I could hear laughter and excitement in the living room and waited patiently till I could come in and join them.

And when I was allowed in the room, I saw the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in the whole of my doggy life.  I think this is what humans would call love at first sight…

 I tried to be cool, nonchalant even.  I didn’t want them to know how I felt.  But my heart was pounding so hard every time I passed it and breathed in its lovely pine-tree smell.  

So I wanted to do something special, or wear something “nice” that would impress that beautiful sight.  I remembered my little human kindly gave me one of her wooly hats that had a hole in it.  So I put it on, but I think I tugged on it too hard and my head went through it.  

“Oh no!”  I ruined it and struggled to get the blimming thing off my head till I heard my humans say – “Look, Doc has is wearing a winter scarf.  How lovely!”

And so I was pleased with myself and thought, this will have to do.  Surely, the lovely tree will be impressed. Now all I had to do was wait for that golden opportunity when I was alone with my beloved.

Then it happened, my human and her mum were having lunch in the kitchen.  I crept silently in the room and admired her from afar.  And when I gathered the courage to come up close to her to declare my undying love and devotion … I got distracted by the many different lovely looking things hanging all over the love of my life.  Her accessories were enchanting!

“Well hello, there”  I began … but got distracted again by the different colours and before I knew what I was doing, my mouth opened and I ate one.

It was crunchy.


Crunch, crunch, crunch.

And before I could stop myself, I grabbed another one from the tree.

It was crunchy.


crunch, crunch, crunch.

And before I could get another one in my mouth I heard a very loud and cross voice – Doc!!!  It was my human’s mum and before I could even apologise to my sweetheart, I was banished from the living room.

I’m heartbroken.

They won’t let me near my love anymore.

I don’t think I’m going to have a Merry Christmas after all.


Do you think my darling will forgive me for eating one of her accessories?

Y is for Yuletide

The Yuletide season is the one of the few reasons why Winter here is bearable.

I absolutely love Christmas,

especially when you have a little one.

As a little family of three (well four, including Boots and Doc),

we have our own Christmas family tradition

which begins on the second week of December.

We go to a tree-farm to pick our own Christmas tree.

There’s something special about going to a Christmas tree farm and picking your own tree among hundreds and hundreds of beautiful trees.


Y is for Yuletide.


Do you have a Christmas family tradition too?

Do share.

We're going on a Christmas Tree Hunt

One of my favourite Christmas traditions in our little family is going to the Christmas tree farm to hunt down the most perfect Christmas tree for us.  We’ve been doing it three years in a row now, though admittedly last year, the husband had to go on his own since little T had a bit of a high temperature that day.

This year, we were all set on going and the bonus bit was, we went with little T’s best friend F and his family 🙂

We set off from our house at around 2:30 in the afternoon.  It was a dreary-grey Winter day as seen on this photograph.

Every year we go to the Devon Christmas tree farm, which is about a 45 minute drive from where we live.  I read somewhere that if you buy your tree from a Christmas tree farm, freshly chopped, it will last longer than if you buy it chopped from any other shop.  Plus of course, if you have young kids, there’s something special about choosing your own tree right?

Actually If I had my way, I’d have our tree all decked-up on the first of December, pine-needles are such a pain though, so I’ve settled for the second week of December.

They also have a small shop in the Christmas tree farm where you can buy a few Christmas ornaments, lovely wreaths and even some hot chocolate!

And then you’re off to pick your own tree among hundreds and hundreds of Christmas trees.  When you arrive,  they’ll give you a tag with your name on it so you can put it on your chosen tree and then they’ll chop it down for you.

To go on a Christmas tree hunt, you must make sure that you’re wearing the right attire: wellies, a silly wooly hat and a coat to keep you warm in the winter air.

Be adventurous and don’t just choose among the first few trees you see.  Prepare to go through the whole experience of walking through hundreds of trees!

The prickly pine needles and mud is all part of the fun when going on a Christmas tree hunt.

C’mon F!  Says little T!  We’ve got to find the most perfect one!

F says, Let’s go over there!

What about this one?  Little T asks and F answers:  I think it’s too small!

F?!  Where are you?

Oh, hot chocolate!  Yummy!  Says little T forgetting about her best friend and the hunt for the most perfect Christmas tree.

In the end, they left the choice to their parents and were busy instead with the next best-thing in the world – jumping in muddy puddles.

And here’s little T watching the Christmas tree get all wrapped-up and covered in a net ready to go home.

Where do you get your Christmas trees from?

This post is linked-up with Coombe Mill’s Country Kids.

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Hope everyone is having a lovely Chrissmassy weekend!