I’m not a snob by any stretch of the imagination, not that I am a cheapskate either. I hope I hit a happy balance in-between. But something has dawned on me this year. There is a part of me that is a snob. I confess I am a Christmas tree snob. I learnt this devastating news as I walked back from the supermarket the other day after dark. You know how as you walk past people homes you sort have a sneaky nose if they haven’t closed their curtains? Come on, I know I am not the only one. Of course some people put their Christmas tree in the window so that’s just an open invitation to have a nose.
As I walked up the hill (note to self – if I ever move, don’t pick a house at the top of a hill) I had a good look at all the Christmas trees shining in the front windows. I was merrily going ohh and ahhh but more worryingly I was turning my nose up a lot.
To me a tree has to be colour co-ordinated. A sparkling image of tastefulness. The size has to sit in with its surroundings. Not too big, though this is seldom ever seen or not too small this sadly is the norm. Nor should the tree be old and bare. There is only so much magic and covering up tinsel, lights and baubles can do. It has to have not too many lights or even worse not enough Christmas lights but just the right amount. Baubles really should be kept to just 2 or 3 colours, never any more unless you really know what you are doing. And trust me when I say the average person doesn’t know what they are doing.
A Christmas tree should make you sigh a happy Christmassy sigh, not send you running for the rennies.
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