I absolutely love Christmas. While others complain when the Christmas decorations roll out in the shops mid-September, I secretly wish they were out even earlier. It definitely comes from the love my parents have from the holiday and the focus on family and tradition in our house. I remember my mum picking us up from school on (almost) every year on December 1st and impatiently waiting until 5pm until my dad got home and we could put the tree and decorations up. My mum would turn on the Christmas carols (always the Wiggles Christmas CD since the year I was born), put out a small plate of Christmas-themed lollies and some chips and chocolates and sit down in the air conditioner on the floor and patiently unwrap each bauble and tree decoration and hand them to us to decorate the tree with. Our tree was never like one of those evenly spaced, colour-themed trees you see in displays. Our tree was (and still is) a huge thing that took up a quarter of the room and was absolutely stuffed with tinsel, baubles, lights, rows of metallic plastic beads and homemade colourings and indistinguishable clay creations painted in red and green.
Speaking of the tree, my mum bought it for my first Christmas from Target. She put it in the trolley alongside new decorations and Christmas presents, and rolled up to the checkouts to proudly buy the tree for her first Christmas out of home. Being so flustered from having a 3 month old baby and a lot of shopping to do, she completely forgot to ask the check out woman to scan the massive box and walked out of the store with a $200 Christmas tree for free. We still had our stolen Target tree up until two years ago, when the amount of decorations on it finally caused the "trunk" to snap in half, sending the whole thing crashing to the ground - including the five customised, hand-painted personalised baubles that my mum painstakingly made herself each year we were born. Three of them smashed, and she cried.
We now have a new tree, with three house bricks over the legs to ensure that the sheer weight of our festivities don't send the whole thing crashing to the ground.
My family also really loves Christmas. Before I moved to the Gold Coast and when my family was spread around Australia (Darwin, Gold Coast and Perth) they all used to come home for Christmas regardless of the circumstances, and we would all cram ourselves inside my grandparents tiny 3 bedroom house and celebrate. I remember picking my uncle up from the airport with my grandparents at 7am every year, and my pop would always play "I'll Be Home For Christmas". My nan would start sniffing as my uncle would run towards the car, and she'd have her tissues up against her face for at least 15 minutes before she could speak. My mum still insists my siblings, cousins and I have santa photos at Westfield because my sister is still young... So every year santa has a visit from a 22, 19, 18, 14 & 10 year old and we all have to sit on the lap of a 60+ year old man. I choose to sit on the floor and always feel slightly annoyed and embarrassed but I'd ultimately do anything to make my mum happy.
I love Christmas, and I feel a bit sad for others who haven't had similar experiences with the holiday, or don't enjoy the holiday for whatever reason. I loved your story and pictures
@Trala - sorry for the massive block of text