Saturday, December 16, 2006

A Christmas Tree

This is my Christmas tree. It has been filled with ornaments I have collected over many years. This tree did not just happen. I had received a book from my brother as a Christmas gift and read 'A Christmas Tree' by Charles Dickens for the first time. The look of this tree has been very influenced by reading that short story. Each year I look to see if there is an ornament to add that is just right.

I will share some detail photos over the next few days as I also share the story written by Dickens. I hope you will enjoy the magic of this delightful description of a Christmas tree with me.

'I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children assembled round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. The tree was planted in the middle of a great round table, and towered high above their heads. It was brilliantly lighted by a multitude of little tapers; and everywhere sparkled and glittered with bright objects. There were rosy-cheeked dolls, hiding behind the green leaves; and there were real watches (with movable hands, at least, and an endless capacity of being wound up) dangling from innumerable twigs; there were French-polished tables, chairs, bedsteads, wardrobes, eight-day clocks, and various other articles of domestic furniture (wonderfully made, in tin, at Wolverhampton), perched among the boughs, as if in preparation for some fairy housekeeping; there were jolly, broad-faced little men, much more agreeable in appearance than many real men--and no wonder, for their heads took off, and showed them to be full of sugar-plums; there were fiddles and drums; there were tambourines, books, work-boxes, paint-boxes, sweetmeat-boxes, peep-show boxes, and all kinds of boxes; there were trinkets for the elder girls, far brighter than any grown-up gold and jewels; there were baskets and pincushions in all devices; there were guns, swords, and banners; there were witches standing in enchanted rings of pasteboard, to tell fortunes; there were teetotums, humming-tops, needle-cases, pen-wipers, smelling-bottles, conversation-cards, bouquet-holders; real fruit, made artificially dazzling with gold leaf; imitation apples, pears, and walnuts, crammed with surprises; in short, as a pretty child, before me, delightedly whispered to another pretty child, her bosom friend, "There was everything, and more." This motley collection of odd objects, clustering on the tree like magic fruit, and flashing back the bright looks directed towards it from every side--some of the diamond-eyes admiring it were hardly on a level with the table, and a few were languishing in timid wonder on the bosoms of pretty mothers, aunts, and nurses--made a lively realisation of the fancies of childhood; and set me thinking how all the trees that grow and all the things that come into existence on the earth, have their wild adornments at that well-remembered time.'

Join me again tomorrow for more Charles Dickens.....


Anonymous said...

Your tree looks beautiful, Heidi! Thank you for including the Dickens story ... I'm looking forward to the next installment!

Nancy said...

You have a beautiful tree Heidi, and what a beautiful Charles Dickens story. I will look forward to part 2 tomorrow.


Barbara Severs said...

Heidi, your tree is beautiful. I love the Charles Dickens story. I have read both parts 1 and 2. Thank you for sharing with us.


Nan said...

I love your beautiful tree, Heidi.