Sixteen years ago my now husband and I spent our first Christmas together. We were living in a mobile home while we hunted around Leinster for our forever home. Obviously a Christmas tree of any size whether real or fake was not an option for us but I really wanted us to have some class of a tree. Shopping in Dublin one day, himself found this wee tree in a shop. I loved it. and it just suited our slightly crazy living arrangements perfectly.
By the following Christmas we were living in our little new to us but old to the world home. We bought a real tree for the living room, but I couldn’t part with this one, I put it up in the window of the spare bedroom and when that later became our daughter’s room, it became her Christmas tree.
Sixteen years after its first outing, our little Christmas tree is showing its age. Every year it loses a few more fronds. Every year another light or two stops working. Every year the star is a bit wonkier. But I’ll never be able to part with it because when I look at that tree, I remember our first Christmas living together, when we cooked a full Christmas dinner for hours on the little cooker and turned our mobile home into a sauna. That was the year we made soup for starters and it was so filling we could hardly eat the dinner. That was the year the winter was so cold in the mobile that condensation caused by our breath dripped onto our heads from the bedroom ceiling as we slept. That was the bedroom that was so teeny that to get any of our clothes from the cupboards we had to climb on the bed. That was the first home we owned. It was cramped, it could be cold. It was ours and it was fun.
Its the little things that bring back memories. Every Christmas we make new memories and as we get older, reminiscing becomes more and more pleasurable, even if it can be bittersweet at times.
After a very hard 18 months or so, I’m looking forward to spending this Christmas with the two people I love the most, curling up in front of a warm fire with a glass of red, watching classic movies and discovering new favourites, cooking and eating great food, playing with our daughter, having quality downtime together. And every evening as the sun goes down, I’ll switch on our little Christmas tree and remember.
nd is put up in her bedroom every year.
Sixteen years on from its first outing