Due to a range of circumstances beyond our control, Christmas this year went well onto the back burner, and very nearly fell behind the stove! The upshot of this was that the Christmas tree, usually by now unleashed from its cardboard prison and bowed over with the weight of 20 years of accumulated Christmas ornaments of great sentimental value, lay in the storeroom, unloved and un-erected. There was simply no room for it!
My youngest bravely choked down his disappointment but I could tell that unless a tree was provided then there would be tears before bedtime.
Thankfully, while visiting a nearby thrift store with a view to purchasing cheap homewares for two of the other progeny I found a brand new tree of much smaller proportions for a mere $8.25. The youngest was obviously delighted, especially as the box promised that the tree would, when plugged in, produce a wonderful display of shimmering lights due to the “optic fibres” that ran throughout the branches.
Getting home, we went through a thrilling “unboxing” and the tree slotted into the base perfectly. We plugged in the adapter and, a little concerned that the original label that said it was purchased at the “Reject Shop” we held our breath and flicked the switch.
Never was so much tack had for so little! Every branch instantly lit up at the ends with a veritable rainbow of colours, and once we got used to the peculiar whirring noise cause by the spinning kaleidoscopic disc in the base we stood transfixed by its magnificent tackiness.
So there it stands, whirring away, now tastefully adorned with candy canes placed there by my youngest. I have also placed a fire extinguisher nearby in case it decides to burst into flames.
Merry Christmas to the kind readers who have got this far and to those who have followed my blog since its humble beginnings in November.