Illustration by Inslee. Isn’t it darling? Thank you to Brooke for providing me with the source!
I’m pretty much on a count down until it’s time to go and find a little Christmas tree to come home and live with us over the holiday period. We’ll pile on our layers, pick up some hot chocolates, and head out to the garden centre in search of the Perfect Tree. Every year I get anxious about halfway through the tree-hunt that we won’t find one with a perfect shape, and start fretting that maybe we should just take the one we discarded a few trees back in case nothing better comes along. Jason’s always *very* patient with the process, and we always do end up finding that Perfect Tree.
We also need a couple of new sets of tree lights this year, which is a perfectly perfect excuse for me to take a trip into the decoration department of our garden centre. Jason usually steers me away from there pretty sharpish, after that fateful time he gave me his credit card and sent me out to buy decorations for our first Christmas in our house, and I wracked up a bill larger than what we usually spend on groceries in a month. I wish I was kidding. But not as much as Jason does…
p.s. Did I already tell you about that, sometime last Christmas? Still, confession’s good for the soul, right?