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Christmas Tree Killer

My Xmas tree is dead. Or at least its dying a whimpering, withering death. This is our first Christmas in NZ. I’m an island girl who grew up with sweltering rainy season Christmases. But I also grew up on Enid Blyton and Swiss Chalet girls books, so I wanted a real Xmas tree. I wanted the house redolent with the fragrance of fresh pine. I figured drinking eggnog and eating hot gingerbread in front of a roaring fire was out of the question since it’s summer here…but at least, we could have a real tree. The Hot Man questioned my desire. ‘What the heck do we want a real tree for? Isn’t that a waste of money when a fake tree will last forever?’ Clearly he did not grow up reading Secret Seven, Famous Five or daydreaming about being a schoolgirl in the Swiss Alps. So I ignored him. (You just know how this is going to end, don’t you!?)

I even went one step further and got our tree set up early this year. On December 1st to be exact. We had our tree. And I was inspired by Plantation House ‘From Our House to Yours’ Xmas photoshoot.

I made a pine wreath using leaves from the trees in our yard. I meandered pine all over my mantlepiece, my living room. Artfully strewn with Xmas baubles. My niece was awestruck with my creativity. ‘Wow aunty, you’re so clever. How do you know how to do that?!’ I waved off the applause nonchalantly. I was Xmas woman personified. A bottle of ginger beer – and Enid Blyton and me would have totally been best buddies. I just know it.

And then the stupid tree started dying. It’s sitting in water so I don’t know what the heck its problem is. It’s getting brown. Withered looking. It’s shedding everyday. My living room looks like the place where Xmas goes to die. My brother remarked (sneeringly) ‘Well what did you expect? You can’t even keep potplants alive, how did you think you were going to sustain an entire tree?”  I hate it. Every rotting pine needle screams ‘Lani is a Xmas tree killer!’ I want to take it down and replace it with a lovely fake tree bu the Hot Man is  shaking his head at me and I already spent the alloted Xmas Tree budget on a tree. That’s now a dead tree.

He hasn’t said ‘I told you so’ yet. (what a nice man) He has helpfully suggested that we wrap the fossilizing monstrosity in layers of tinsel. Kind of like applying makeup to a cadaver and sending it to a party in a Lady Gaga dress. No, nothing can save it.

The Christmas tree is dead. Bring on the bonfire.
              I’m going Gaga-tree-style  for Christmas.

6 thoughts on “Christmas Tree Killer”

  1. I dream of having a white christmas someday. With gingerbread men and hot chocolate, wearing an ugly woolen sweater and sitting by the fire. *sigh*"And then the stupid tree started dying."LOLOLOL!

  2. Agree! It's that damn 'X' that killed your tree. Lol! I've got that song going through my head at the moment … "Psycho killer…" πŸ˜‰

  3. Just a bit of advice. I'm not sure if it will work but in these situations you try anything to keep the thing alive. I suggest you cut the bottom of the stump again. I have heard that if the stump dries up then it wont be able to take up any water and this you get a dying tree. If you see that the water is not getting used by the tree then that might be the problem. Merry Xmas

  4. I saw a beautifully decorated pine Christmas tree in a friend's living room just last week and it smelt and looked so good that I don't blame you… Bloomin' books and Christmas movies have made us Southern Hemispherans eternally inadequate in the Christmas-as-it-"should-be" department! But a "real" Christmas tree could make up for all of that right? Until it dies that is… πŸ˜‰

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