Christmas Trees

Christmas trees

We have four very big ten feet tall pine trees growing in the front garden along the foot path. We don't have any fence and people walk pass every day as it is a very busy road.

My nineteen year old Gwent and bought some big, red, blue, green and silver glittery tinsels and decorated the trees.

From my precious old box of decorations, I took out some old glass baubles and chained them up. Then I looped some silver beads round the trees. I told G that I wasn't going to put the nice disco ball that my older daughter D liked very much, in case people walk pass and steal it.

G remarked, "If anyone steals our decoration, I will lose faith in humanity."

The boss came home, and asked, "Who decorated the trees?"

I replied, "Who else?'

He cheekily joked, "I thought, may be the council had done it."

This reminds me of Singapore on National day, the council comes and hang up the National flag if your apartment block faces a main road or the train line.

Christmas tree decorating is a very special time for me. I keep certain decorative items that are sentimental to me. One of them is a brown puppy. I bought it the day after Andrew was born when I was told he was going to die. I bought it with a heavy heart. Andrew would never get to play with it. It's been eighteen years, and at every Christmas, when I hang the little puppy on the tree, I remember him.

I reminisced when I was young in Primary school, our whole family would decorate the tree. At that time, not many Asian people had a tree. I lament that the boss in the house wasn't keen in a Christmas tree.

G said, "You guys were Roman Catholics, that is why you had a tree."

One year, the wind blew the tree down, and broke all the baubles. Father said he wasn’t going to buy anymore baubles. We were very sad and tried to recycle some of the not so broken ones.

Another year, Mother brought into the house an unusual pine tree from the garden. There was a bird's nest with an egg. Father told her to take the plant back downstairs to the garden. Mother refused but in her own ingenious way, removed the nest and used a string and tied the nest to another plant in the garden. I don't remember if the mother bird came back to the relocated nest. May be I repressed that memory. Visitors came and admired our tree. Mother was very happy. We didn't know she planted the tree as a Christmas tree.

I was the Secretary of the gardening club in the Singapore University where the boss was teaching. Before I came back to New Zealand I was selling my plants to raise funds for the Deaf children in Kenya. An American Born Chinese neighbor, Alan gave me a whole lot of plants to sell. He gave me a small version of Mother's tree. If I wasn't leaving the country, I would have kept it because it rekindled my memories of Christmases of bygone years. The tree was snapped up quickly.

You may find it strange that Down Under, we have a Summer Christmas. It doesn't feel the same as in the Northern hemisphere when we have barbecues at the beach.

On Thursday, we had our school's Christmas dinner and dance. Before we left, we had a stroll on the beach.

One day, a woman came and knocked on my front door. She said she lived in the neighbourhood and had appreciated my trees. She felt she had to come and say "Thank You."

It is three days to Christmas. I just came back with my son from carolling. We went to three resthomes, and the residents were so appreciative of our group ranging from five to eighty years.

I wish you a Merry Christmas.

Feliz Navidad, Feliz Navidad, Feliz Navidad.
Prospero Ano y Felicidad.

*** This is a wonderful bit of recollection and I thank you for sharing. It is so easy to forget how many people don't share our tree-trimming custom. But with every one of your posts, I learn something new about the customs of people elsewhere. Thank you for the education! Q ***