Kate who writes as Kate Johnson and Cat Marsters shares tales of her Christmas Trees...When I was a kid, we used to get a real tree, with roots and everything, and we used to get one that was the same height as my brother (it's his birthday on Christmas Day). The thing was, after tramping round the field (meadow? Orchard? Forest?), and finding one the right height, we'd take it home, pot it, and then it would be about eighteen inches higher.
This wasn't a problem when my brother was seven. Unfortunately, he hit six foot at about sixteen, and didn't stop. The last tree we got was 6'2". By the time we'd carried it in and levered it upright, we had to repaint the ceiling.
That was the year we got a fake tree. I love it: you never have to water it, it doesn't shed needles all over the place--and with a collection of cats and dogs that's a hazard all of its own. The tree used to shed so much that I thought it was traditional to buy a new vacuum cleaner every Christmas Eve. And best of all, with a fake tree my feline helpers actually have something to play with while I'm assembling it!
Merry Christmas everyone.
This wasn't a problem when my brother was seven. Unfortunately, he hit six foot at about sixteen, and didn't stop. The last tree we got was 6'2". By the time we'd carried it in and levered it upright, we had to repaint the ceiling.
That was the year we got a fake tree. I love it: you never have to water it, it doesn't shed needles all over the place--and with a collection of cats and dogs that's a hazard all of its own. The tree used to shed so much that I thought it was traditional to buy a new vacuum cleaner every Christmas Eve. And best of all, with a fake tree my feline helpers actually have something to play with while I'm assembling it!Merry Christmas everyone.
