“Dig deep if you want a tree this Christmas” warns the Daily Mail today. Oh dear, don’t tell me, the credit crunch has stooped to new lows and decided to have a pop at Christmas.
Not content with fuel prices that could make a Royal gasp, those evil bankers have decided to charge us more to have a bloody Nordmann Fir in the house for two weeks of the year. Is nothing sacred?
The good news is my pre-empted eruption of hate at ‘the credit crunch’ was slightly misguided. The bad news is, Christmas trees are in short supply.
It turns out Denmark had a fantastic summer, and all of that sun must have made them forget to water the trees, because from a healthy 2 million last year, they have now left us with the impressively low amount of 300,000. I’m no mathematician but that seems a big drop.
On top of this, the Pound is putting on quite a weak show at the moment and does not have much clout in Denmark.
Thankfully it would seem that something very British is willing to come to the rescue. The weather.
You see, whilst the Danes were enjoying sun soaked afternoons we were watching national umbrella sales blossom.
Thanks to our dreery British summer the good folks of East Anglia, the Welsh Border and North East Scotland have all grown some nice Christmas trees for us to decorate.
Who said the British weather was bad? I’d certainly rather have a spindly tree for two weeks than sunburn on my nose for four.
It’s like they say, every cloud has a twinkly, angel topped lining.
