What I liked most about the Christmas trees of my youth was the smell.
Of the forest, of secrets, of adventures...
These trees to me were mysterious friends that agreed to come inside and give us pleasure.
In Africa I had to let go of this beautiful custom.
Trees here grow very, very slowly, and there are few and far between.
Cutting them down as Christmas trees would be a crime.
So we have to come up with different alternatives. Some people use artificial trees, some use wire trees or the
stems of the aloe flowers, and most do not use any tree at all.
This year I tried something new.
My family is not very enthusiastic yet, but hopefully our 'tree' will grow on them.
At least there is lots of space for presents underneath :-):
A wonderful day to you!
Lots of love,
Ps: I am linking to these lovely parties and the Credienstag