Table-top Tree

Each year I feel a tiny bit guilty for getting a real tree, but I know they're farmed, and - truly - the tree is my favourite part of the Christmas season.

This year, with rather a lot of people visiting, I decided, that instead of banishing the study wing chair to the bedroom, I would get a table-top sized tree, like the first Victorian Christmas trees, which were more modestly sized and always placed atop a table. First came the search for the tree stand. My regular tree stand is huge and would overflow the top of my study shelves. I couldn't find one anywhere that looked any good. And when at last I found one online, they didn't take online orders. I would simply have to fly to British Columbia. Sigh.

Today, on my way to continue shopping for baking supplies, I stopped by the place I actually buy my tree each year to ask them. Why didn't I go here to begin with? Because that's not how my mind works apparently. Yes, they had the exact table-top tree stand I had yearned for online. I bought it and thought I'd check out the trees in anticipation of the weekend's purchase. But, as it turned out, I spotted my tree instantly. And, creeped out by the idea that some rotter might snatch it up in the next couple of days, I bought it and carried it home, single-handedly. Literally... in one hand. Another benefit of the table-top tree.

The scent is amazing. I won't dress it too quickly. I love watching it there in its naked splendour.