Is it the same for you, that Christmas always takes me back to childhood? For me that’s growing up on the black soil plains of the Darling Downs. We are primed for the much anticipated trip to get a Christmas Tree, kids piled in the back of the ute, bare feet “watching out” for the sharp axe. Traditionally it’s a Cyprus pine from the sandy country down the Leyburn Road. Its aroma and sticky resin are indelible.