I was chuffed to have seen Jake’s Sunday Post on Christmas Trees. How nice to have him back.
One legend about the pohutukawa is about a tree that lives on the windswept cliff at Cape Reinga, New Zealand’s northern most tip. It is a venerated pohutukawa tree. For Maori this pohutukawa is known as ‘the place of leaping’. From this place the spirits of the dead will begin on their journey to Hawaiiki. Their spirits leap off the headland, then climb down the roots of this 800-year-old tree, descending into the underworld.
Luckily for me a neighbour has a lovely one for me to photograph.
Not far from Katikati is a suburb that you might just recognise the name of…Bethlehem. Yes, we have our own Bethlehem. The post office gets quite busy around Christmas time as people rush to get their letters stamped as coming from there.
Bethlehem is now home to the Bay of Plenty‘s largest Christmas tree. It is quite something.
Each year I spend time with a girlfriend searching out a new ornament or two for my Christmas tree. This year I went a little crazy and got 4 !!!
Two of these…so cute.
and 1 ball…which tinkles just like Rudolph and the rest of the reindeer.
A Pohutukawa Carol
[Written by Chaplain 2nd Class Edward Forsman, 1941]
Now crimson, crimson Christmas trees
Pohutukawas rim our seas
And flower to flame on every shore
For joy of him whom Mary bore.
Chorus: Babe so poor and small
Jesus God of all
O with us abide
This holy Christmas-tide.
Long raise, O trees about our land,
Your crimson sign on every strand
That we may tell each Christmas morn
Why Jesus was of Mary born.
Such trees gave wood to make his cot,
And all his toys from trees he got,
And when he came to ply a trade
He shaped from trees the things he
Because a tree had brought us doom,
Was Jesus born of Mary’s womb,
To blossom high on Calvary’s tree
The crimson bloom that makes us free.
The tree is up and the lights connected…it feels like Christmas is coming.