Yesterday, I carried the tree down from the upstairs closet, uncovered it, set it on the table covered with my pretty red damask tablecloth, and - voila! I bought the tablecloth at 75% off, price $5.99, at an after-Christmas sale several years ago.
The tree is an upscale version of a Charlie Brown Christmas tree, sparse on limbs and needles, but with the decorations, the sparseness doesn't stand out. My grandchildren laugh at my tree every year, but I love it. After Christmas is over, I put the cover back on the tree and carry it up to the closet until next year.
Next time the grandkids laugh, show them Queen Victoria's Christmas tree.
ReplyDeleteYay!
I founded a picher! I am good for something!
Mark, I will show my grandchildren the picher. Take that, kids!
ReplyDeleteQueen Victoria's tree? Wow, doesn't that make it The Original Chrstmas Tree in the English-speaking world?
ReplyDeleteCourtesy of Her Majesty's beloved consort, the German Prince Albert. Or so I've read in that excellent old source, Someplace.
I love your tree Mimi!!! Less is more, your grandkids will figure that out one day, as we all do!!!
ReplyDeleteHave a great Christmas!
Please don't wee up the wee tree!
ReplyDeletePorlock, once the drawing of the royal family gathered around the Christmas tree appeared in the Illustrated London News in the mid-19th century, the German custom became popular in England.
ReplyDeleteFran, thank you.
MadPriest, in case you hadn't noticed, I am a woman. Weeing up is not an option for me.
I love your wee tree, Mimi. It has charm in abundance. As do you.
ReplyDeletePaul, I can always count on you for my gallantry fix. Thank you, luv.
ReplyDeleteWot Paul said :-)
ReplyDelete... I did try to think of a line involving your wee tree, the Wee Free, wi-fi and hi-fi, but have not as yet succeeded.
ReplyDeleteCathy, if you think of something clever, please come back. :-)
ReplyDeletePorlock, I think that is the context in which that image occurs. It was a German thing, so limited to the immediate family, hence the rather "cozy" picture, rather than a sort of stately "official tree of the Royal Family" sort of thing.
ReplyDeleteApparently, the original tradition was for a "bough" or small, potted evergreen that could stand on a table. There's a ghost story - "Lucky's Grove" (can't remember the author) - that reflected the rather elegant shudder of distaste that 20th Century Brits felt at the growing popularity of the huge, "showpiece" Christmas tree.
wv: "fooketr" - "Why, blimey, I barely knowetr!"
Mark, thanks for the additional information. The original sounds somewhat like a Charlie Brown tree.
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