|Plant Street Canadian imports|
|Coulda been a contender!|
|loading up the tree, city skyline|
|Riding with a fir|
Madam, is that a tree for Christmas, I ask because I have just yesterday also found one tree for Christmas...
Me: Yes, yes it is. So you celebrate Christmas? (many people here are Hindu, Buddhist or Muslim and don't)
Him (earnestly, with hand on heart): Madam, I am Roman Catholic
Me: Well let me wish you a very Merry Christmas then
Him (extending his hand to shake): And to you as well, and in advance, may I also wish you a happy new year!
With that happy wish, I brought my little tree home, set it up near my faux fireplace, made of cardboard wine and small furniture boxes. I created it in a fit of maniacal craftiness.
Martin: Right then, have you got the holidays sorted, tree and all?
Me: Just picked up a tiny table top pine last night!
Martin: Rubbish, you must have the posh 6 foot tree I've got. I'm getting rid of everything. Fancy a set of golf clubs too?
So I am now the proud owner of a used faux evergreen that came with a set of fancy lights that cycle through all kinds of twinkling patterns and a truly ridiculous amount of tinsel garland. And a table top live pine (quite a relief that now the pressure if off to keep the little table top pine alive until next December). It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, the halls are decked, fa la la la.
|the cardboard fireplace|