I love Christmas trees. Real or fake, decorated perfectly to a specific theme or looking like someone threw a whole load of tinsel at it randomly ... if it’s a Christmas tree - I love it.
Over the years I have had trees that fit into all of the above categories at some time. Some years it’s been a personally selected and freshly chopped tree from a Christmas tree farm that has left a trail of devastation - pine needles on the floor and hayfever in my Christmas-allergic husband. Other years have come with the painful assembly, branch by spiky branch, of an artificial version that seems to be determined to look like anything but a lush, full and festive fir. Some years the decorations have been put on by my children, where despite my cunning plan of giving them each a section of the tree to decorate, with the messiest child getting the hidden against the wall part, the tree still looked like an elf had thrown up. Some years the decorations have been homemade ones (thanks kindy and primary school, I don’t think I have enough salt dough angels - said no parent ever) and other years they have been carefully themed by colour, style or even fictional character (Hogwarts is my home after all).
Basically, while style, decorations and type have changed, one thing has been constant - a tree has gone up on the evening of the last day of the Stratford A&P Show and stayed up until Epiphany.
This year, however, there wasn’t going to be a tree in the Hanne household as we now have seven cats, and cats and trees just don’t mix. Despite one of my friends finding a new Facebook post to tag me in daily (thanks Lorna) showing creative ways to have a tree and keep your cats away from it, I just didn’t trust the former feral felines who now rule the place to leave a tree intact for more than an hour.
My thoughtful teenage daughter, however, was determined to come up with a solution and, so a few weekends ago, after a few hours closeted in the shed with her father, along with a few splinters in her hand and a new appreciation for power tools, she proudly returned with a cat-proof Christmas tree made from an old pallet. It may be very different to previous trees we have had, but it’s absolutely perfect - and while the cats were curious about it for an hour or so, unlike other trees they have ruined, they are leaving this one alone.