The Constant in Christmas

This week's gallery is 'Christmas Tree'

 My mum bought my Christmas tree for me the year my father died.

It has been my constant in Christmas ever since.

A house move.

Cog arriving. 

Single parenting.

Another house move.

The years I have dragged the box out of the attic on my own and brought it downstairs in sections because it was too heavy to carry alone.

Every year the same tree, the same decorations.

We look forward to opening the box and greeting our old friends.  We talk about the memories of where they came from and for some of them, the purpose they have on the tree.

It has became tradition somewhere along the way that Cog puts the star on our tree.

She is so big now it should be easy.
This year she fell off the chair and into the tree.
I thought it was very funny, she did not.

Some of the Christmas tree putting up togetherness spirit may have died at that point!