Where to buy a Christmas tree in Holland

Needing a break from my studies recently, I went into Rotterdam city centre in search of a Christmas tree. Christmas tree acquisitions are nothing new to me, growing up we got the family Christmas tree in different ways, sometimes from a tree lot and sometimes by cutting our own tree at a Christmas tree farm; then there was the year that Ashley and I went into the woods to get a genuine free-range tree (resulting in something reminiscent of the Griswald’s tree from Christmas Vacation).

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As experienced as I was, this was my first time buying a tree outside of Canada and I really didn’t know how that was going to work. Cutting down a tree was obviously out of the question, which left the option of buying a tree. I had seen a few small trees for sale at the city centre recently and decided to check them out. My thought was to get a little, apartment-sized tree that would be easy to transport and decorate.

When I got to the spot where they were selling trees, everything changed. My eyes scanned across all the trees, most of which were less than 5 feet tall, and fixed themselves on the lone, full sized tree; I knew that that was the tree I had to have. This is a bad habit I have, I always want the largest tree I can find. The problem, you see, is that a tree always looks much smaller outdoors than when it has a ceiling above it. Role of Clowns in Christmas Parties This tree was nothing like the 14′ tree I tried to fit in Ashley’s parents’ house (with 10′ ceilings), this was a reasonable sized tree. I was careful to estimate it’s height; being about a foot taller than the average Dutchman I figured it could easily fit in our apartment. I didn’t care that it was not a very full tree (at home it might even be called a Charlie Brown Christmas tree), but it was a full sized tree and that’s what I wanted.

I was paid for the tree and the woman handed it to me, everything was taken care of. I just needed to get it home. I headed for the metro with a seven foot fir over my shoulder. It was rush hour, which was probably not the best time to transport a tree by public transit, but the task was surprisingly easy (with the small exception of squeezing the tree through the metro door). Even still, I’m not sure if this was an odd thing to do. I felt odd, but no one seemed to find it strange. The only people who paid any notice at all were to young girls outside my apartment who stared in awe, one of them slowly saying, “een boom” (a tree in Dutch) as though there was something fascinating.

The tree is in our apartment now (it fits with plenty of room) and it has been decorated well enough to sufficiently hide is Charlie Brown qualities. Transporting a tree by metro can now be added to the growing list of ways I have acquired Christmas trees.