Christmas to me is a memory of smell, and thats a real tree.
Back in NZ where I grew up the pine and white lilies is etched forever as a happy childhood memory of Christmas.
Not sure why I really love white on a tree but I just like to keep it simple.
For those that know me, your thinking .. mmm ... she has a 5 year old ... {and he is a little arty I must brag}, I did let him put the first decoration on and after the photo's I will let him at it to add his handmade beauties.
I mega-over-decorated his room as a snow cave a couple of weeks ago for a surprise so he is quite contempt to add wonderful kindy and homemade-handmades to his own room. Next year I don't think he will let me away with it.
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