Our Christmas tree is yet to go up. The decorations are still stashed up in the loft from January. They’ve not been touched or moved since. If I’m totally honest, I haven’t the foggiest what is up there – but there’s one thing for sure. There will be toddler style tat. Now I may refer to it as “tat” of course it’s not really as Charlie has made it himself and as a parent it’s pretty awesome when your child decides that they will make something just for you. It’s lovely to keep them all and look back on all the things their little hands have made and how proud your heart felt when you had them bring home their first craft. Believe me, I do love things. However – do I love this on my Christmas tree?
I tend to get a tad precious and protective of my tree. What starts out as a jovial family event with a Christmas film in the background accompanied by Slade on the iPod quickly changes. I become a raging Christmas beast barking at my husband not to unwrap the lights like that and give him “the look” when he tries to hang a tatty raggy bit of tinsel where it would clearly clash with the hanging hearts…men.
Do you like a perfectly symmetrical Christmas tree which is all colour co-ordinating? Does it stand proudly in your lounge, your pride and joy in all it’s glory? Do you revel in the endless compliments on your tree decorating skills and think it looks straight out of the John Lewis catalogue? Do you proudly share your show-tree on Instagram and Facebook while the gushing comments roll in – or do you fill your tree with your kids crappy crafts?
Are you the parent which proudly presents your Christmas tree which has been decorated by and filled with your childrens efforts? Does the toilet roll angel with the wonky tin foil halo and cotton wool wings take pride of place on the top of your tree? Will the baubles be jagged circles with a mash up of none festive coloured felt tips hand lovingly off the branches? Can you let the tin foil cracker with a splash of yellow paint and glitter be the centre piece of your masterpiece tree? I remember each year my Mom getting all o my sister and I’s crap that we had brought home each December in droves and bless her she put it on the tree each year with no moaning. In fact, they are STILL in the decorations box 25 years on!
Me personally? I always let Charlie decorate. Although he’s not massively bothered and the girls are still too little. But I chuckled as I heard other Mothers admitting they rearrange it all when they’re in bed! I’m rather tempted to get a second tree and pop it in Charlie’s bedroom so he can decorate it to his hearts content and my sacred tree of wonderfulness can stand all perfectly aligned and matching colours in the living room. And woe betide and child that tries to hang their tat on this tree..!! Although I am growing rather fond of the multicoloured gingerbread thing… Maybe a compromise – the festive toddler artwork can hang at the back of the tree?! I’m so going to hell.