Don’t get me wrong, pretty much everything else was wonderful about Christmas too. And the real cause of our joy is indeed real and important to me. But putting an axe to the tree just makes this Saturday particularly satifsfying. I am sure a certain carpenter from Nazareth would agree. Don’t you?
Chopping up the christmas tree (and some other bits of wood the kids dragged into the garden from Lord knows where) with a nicely sharpened axe is just therapeutic, healthy, outdoorsy fun. Especially when it is not freezing and one of your daughters admiringly watches Dad from the window; also, the rabbits love the fresh branches – and we add some wood to the pile. Lovely and ecologically aware, that.
Obligatory note: Yes, I know that according to our sacred Bavarian tradition that bloody tree should stay inside until Candlemas (2 February). But the cat already knocked over the tree twice and the needles are driving everyone mad. Get over it.