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We had left Natacha very proud of her DIY Christmas decorations, here she is again, in great shape to tell us about her setbacks with the Christmas trees… Dear readers, it will not have escaped you, the time has come, this is it, we can no longer pretend today: Christmas is getting too close for us to act as if we had not seen the garlands bright reflected in all the windows of our neighbors. Many have posted pretty photos that smell like the holidays on social media. Me, for the moment, I mainly posted one of my most beautiful anecdotes, for lack of better for the moment. You see, I have a fairly heavy liability for conifers. I wanted a tree, a real one, one that smelled of forest. It is immediately more Christmas, when it smells of thorns in the living room, I said to myself. So, I wanted to buy a fir tree, one that stings my fingers when I try to hang my decorations on it. The first concern you encounter when you want to buy a real tree is choice. It's still crazy to have so many choices, it feels like in the supermarket's chips section. There are the big ones, the little firs, the really small ones, those who come from the Jura, those who come from Denmark, those who lose their thorns and those who keep them. Obviously, I have always wanted big trees.
I was brought up on American sitcoms during the holidays, with this father who goes looking for the tallest and most beautiful tree with his son, whose eyes sparkle with joy. I WANT THE SAME. This is how you end up with a spruce 3 meters high, which does not fit more in your small car than in your apartment. Suddenly, you end up with a net tree, in the subway, people hate you, and at the end, when you got home, it has the curved top at the level of the ceiling, leaving a nice trace of sap which your landlord will tell you news at the end of the lease. I ended up reasoning with myself and went through smaller tree sizes that were adapted to my real life. But I had not yet fully grasped the interest of learning about the different species of fir. Because of course, the one who smells the most the forest is not the one who does not lose his needles. It is almost inversely proportional, moreover. So you find yourself having to vacuum every day since you have grasped the concept of sticking needles under your arch after a week of cohabitation, and until proven otherwise, "fakir" was not your primary vocation. At the end, as I have this wonderful chance to be in a building with collective heating, my tree ended up naked to have been too hot, even before Christmas arrives. I ended up giving up and invested in a synthetic tree. A pretty one, which, certainly, cost me a little expensive, but which is less tired than others. The only real concern with the synthetic tree, apart from the fact that you are giving up the forest atmosphere in your living room, is that you put it away so that it is only brought out once a year. And a year is long enough to forget some details. Until recently, I stored it in the basement of my parents' house, having no cellar. Suddenly, a few days ago, I went on an adventure with them to recover it. One Sunday, at the end of the day, forcing me to brave the city and its traffic jams. I returned their basement, without result. It was when I remembered that I had a cellar since last March that I realized that I had perhaps tidied it up there, for the sake of practicality. And indeed. He was there, waiting for me in his pretty Christmas-colored box. At the very bottom of the cellar. Behind a box spring, 4 bikes and around 20 boxes.
The fir tree, in a way, is a bit like my annual fire test. But I still find it beautiful at the end! Did you like Natacha's adventures? Share photos of your Christmas tree - selfie mode or not - with us on Instagram! And don't forget to play our great Advent contest: today, you can try to win a Hoover vacuum cleaner, very practical for sucking fir needles…