A Cheery, Chirpy Make-Believe Christmas
This is the time of year when we ‘deck the halls with boughs of holly’. This is the time of year when we’re all brimming over with festive cheer. This is the time of year when I can wish all my new-found friends on Wikinut a happy fairy-tale Christmas...and a bright and beautiful New Year filled with fat goblets full of promise for the future.
- Trees and Twigs, Boughs and Branches
- Deck the Halls with Silk and Plastic
- Walking in a Winter Wonderland
- A Bauble Tree and a Red-Berried Birdie Bush
- If wishes were fishes...
Trees and Twigs, Boughs and Branches
Used to be a time in my life when I was all for getting ourselves a ‘real’ tree. We’d pop out in the snow and ice, don scarves and gloves to keep the warmth in, all set to choose a tree full of green fronds and shimmering branches.
We’d collect boughs and branches of brightly-berried holly; twigs full of mistletoe berries, gleaming white and so very ‘Christmassy’- full of ‘life’ (Pardon me? Life?) to ‘deck the halls’ and festoon the mantles in Victorian fashion, so that the inside of the house looked so much like the garden outside.
Then one bright white post-Christmas morning, I thought I could smell something ‘off’. And I realised that the wonderful bauble-littered tree and the tinsel-adorned boughs and branches were decaying in front of my very eyes. We’d brought dying plant-life into our home and decorated it all to the hilt to celebrate a time of birth (Christmas) and rebirth (the New Year). What was I doing? Me? A plant-lover! An animal lover! A bird lover! A lover of all things living! And I was glorifying the death of these beautiful trees and shrubs.
Deck the Halls with Silk and Plastic
I made sure that every branch, every bough, every twig – was taken to be recycled into good compost. I ran to the shops in a panic, restocking my Christmas goodies with soft silk and pretty plastic.
Now I know my artificial tree will never quite look like the ‘real’ thing: I know my holly boughs will never lose a plump red juicy berry onto my mantelpiece as it withers; I know I’m not going to be kissing a loved one underneath a clump of silver bow-tied dying mistletoe.
Oh, and I do know that I haven’t watched my beautifully decorated tree and boughs and twigs decay minute by minute, hour by hour and day by day, all dressed up with wild unfeeling abandon in a shroud of glitter and sparkle, surrounded by bleeding holly wreaths screaming in the throes of death,.
I know that none of my festive display is in danger of kicking the proverbial bucket.
Walking in a Winter Wonderland
So nowadays, to help me celebrate the Winter Wonderland that is Christmas, I drape artificial holly boughs over the mantles. There are garlands of pretty pretend pine curled around the banister, profuse with huge snow-tipped pine cones. Pots of silk holly twigs and the ‘tat’ of my Christmas decor sit in painted pots, side by side with grand living potted houseplants; a little bit of tinsel added here and there to give them that Christmassy look!
There’s a splendid make-believe ‘real’ Christmas tree with multi-coloured lights glittering through the shiny baubles and the adorable angel dressed in red satin, spreading her glowing golden wings.
This year, my good friend gave me a bird feeder complete with two hand-made felt birds as a Christmas present to foster my love of Christmas ‘bling’.
A Bauble Tree and a Red-Berried Birdie Bush
I decorate an artificial bush I bought in the supermarket on the bargain shelf. It’s a festive laurel teeming with birdlife, strewn with myriad toy birds and shiny plastic butterflies of all sorts of colours and descriptions - although the gorgeous British owls and pretty red-breasted robins prevail. The red-berry LED lights glimmer through the shiny leaves even though I know laurels never ever sported glowing red berries in ‘real life’!
The bauble tree on the wall of the library twinkles with silver stars, golden spheres and white satin angels, many of which mean something particular or special to my memories of - and wishes for - a wonderful Christmas.
And the shelves are full of photographs to remind me of past Christmases of sheer delight.
If wishes were fishes...
You see, now we can dream up our very own Christmassy winter garden: imagine ice-blue silver sprites, Santa's elves and the Christmas fairy coming out to play when we’re all tucked up and fast asleep.
So, Wikinutters, if wishes were fishes, I would cast my bauble tree net to wish you all a magical Christmas that’s full of life: a Christmas where you can cherish Christmas memories of those you grieve for and fill your minds with happy distant snapshots of those who have left: a Christmas where you can laugh, sing Christmas songs while you pull Christmas crackers, raise your glasses to your loved ones – and look to a bright and happy New Year.
And if you haven't got anyone to share your Christmas with - I'm here. All your Wikinut friends are here.
So, may 2012 be a fat goblet full of promise for the future – for every one of you.