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E-mail: info@baileyridgechristmastrees.co.uk                                      site map                                                        Tel:   01963 210999 Welcome to    Bailey Ridge (PYO) Christmas Trees

Bailey Ridge is the ideal  family place to select your perfect Christmas Tree. Bring the children and wander around  the Christmas Tree Plantation, find your tree  or pick from the range of ready cut  or potted trees,  all fresh and naturally perfumed.  Select from the Ready Cut Stock or pick your own from the plantation. You can even meet Santa and feed his Reindeer too!


The Best Tree is a Fresh Tree!

In previous years  the snow made the experience all the more magical and people were arriving with sleds to drag their tree home!

Alan is now registered with the British Christmas Tree Growers Association (BCTGA) and every year more and more people visit to choose their tree. The BCTGA is the trade association for those who grow specialist Christmas Trees in Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Membership is open to those who intend to grow or are growing trees for the Christmas market.  Members cultivate well shaped and sturdy trees specially for the Christmas festivities. You can only ensure this high quality by buying from a member of this association.



Our Reindeer ‘Thunder’, ‘Lightning’, and ‘Flash’ arrived in 2012.

Our  Reindeer More  Reindeer  information Letter to Santa

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Christmas Cabin Our Christmas  Cabin

Our Christmas Cabin has all you need to create that special Christmas Spirit.

See the Christmas  preparations at  Bailey Ridge The Wonky Fairy Christmas Story

The 2016 dates, times and prices for Santa Visits

are as shown below.

( NOTE: No Morning Santa Ticket Sold after 12:00 and

Afternoon ticket sales stop at 4:30pm )

Weekends: 10:00 am to 12:30pm & 2:00pm to 5:00pm

Sat 17 & Sun 18 December


Wed/Thur/Fri 14/15/16 Dec                      2pm to 5pm

Mon/Tues/Wed/Thur 19/20/21/22 Dec   10 to 12:30 & 2pm to 5pm


To be Advised shortly

PS: We love  dogs  but our reindeer are not that keen so we request that your dogs are kept safely  in your vehicle  

(except guide dogs)   

Our Christmas Tree  Site is now Closed Until Nov 2017. Bailey Ridge Garden  Plants  is now OPEN
‘Twas the NightBefore Christmas A Favourite Christmas Poem

With a little ol driver
So lively and quick
I knew in a moment
It must be St. nick

More rapid than eagles
His courses they came
As he whistled
And shouted
And called
Them by name

Now dasher
Now dancer
Now prancer
Now vixen
On comet
On cupid
On doner
An blitzen

To the top
Of the porch
To the top
Of the wall
Now dash-away
Dash-away all

The moon on the breast
Of the new fallen snow
Gave the lustre
Of midday
To object below

As dry leaves
Before the wild
Hurricane fly
When they meet
With an obstacle
Mount to the sky

So up
To the housetop
The courses
They flew
With a sleigh
Full of toys
And St. Nicholas too

'Twas the night
Before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse

The stockings all hung
By the chimney with care
In hopes
That St. Nicholas
Soon would be there

The children were nestled
All safe in their beds
While visions of sugarplums
Danced in their heads

And mom in her kerchief
And I in my cap,
Had just settled down
For a long winters nap

When out on the lawn
There arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed
To see what was the matter

Away to the window
I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters
And threw up the sash

The moon on the breast
Of the new fallen snow
Gave the lustre
Of midday
To object below

The moon on the breast
Of the new fallen snow
Gave the lustre
Of midday
To object below

When what
To my wandering eyes
Should appear
But a miniature sleigh
And eight tiny reindeer

And then
In a twinkling
I heard on the roof
The prancing
And pawing
Of each little hoof

As I drew in my head
And was turning around
Down the chimney
St. Nicholas
Came with a bound

He was dressed
All in fur
From his head
To his foot
And his clothes
Were all tarnished
With ashes and soot

A bundle of toys
He had flung
On his back
And he looked
Like a peddler
Just opening
His pack

His eyes
How they twinkle
His dimples how merry
His cheeks
Were like roses
His nose like a cherry

His drawl little mouth
Was drawn up like a bow
And the beard of his chin
Was a white as the snow

The stump of his pipe
He held tight
In his teeth
And the smoke it
Encircled his head
Like a wreath

He had a broad face
And a round little belly
That shook when he laughed
Like a bowl full of jelly

He was chubby and plump
A right jolly old elf
I laughed when I saw him
In spite of myself

A wink of his eye
And a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know
I had nothing to dread

He spoke not a word
But went straight
To his work
And filled
All the stockings
Then turned
With a jerk

An laying a finger
Along side his nose
An giving a nod
Up the chimney
He rose

He sprang
To his sleigh
To his team
Gave a whistle
An away
They all flew
Like the down
Of a thistle

But I heard him exclaim
As he drove out of sight
Happy christmas to all
And to all a goodnight


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William had a busy brain, he was only four. It was Christmas again and out came the box of decorations. It was an exciting time. The Christmas tree had been brought into the house and there was a smell of fresh pine needles in the parlour.  William with his little sister Sophie sifted through the box of decorations.  This was fun, but there was something not quite right with the fairy. William held her up to have a good look. She was very wonky with frizzy red hair, her face was faded and her dress was tatty.

 William told his Mum they needed a new fairy.  As luck would have it Mum was taking them into town to do some shopping that very day and William would make it his job to find a brand new fairy for the top of the Christmas tree.  

The shops were busy. William managed to find several fairies, all were much more colourful and glittery than the one at home.  Most of them had fine golden hair and shimmering dresses.  William decided to go for one with a silver dress and a very pretty painted face.  As far as fairies went this fairy would go straight to the top of the tree!  William took charge of the bag with the fairy in it and marched to the car to go home.

Granny was waiting at home with a hot cup of tea and William pulled out the new fairy to show her.

“Look Gran the old fairy is wonky!” said William showing Granny the old fairy

 Granny smiled.  “Yes this fairy is very old and she has seen many Christmas’s. Your Mummy made this fairy when she was a little girl that’s why she’s a bit tatty. You have chosen well!”

Suddenly William had a very bad feeling in his tummy and he wanted to cry. The new fairy was not pretty anymore.  She was ugly with her red lipstick and her fancy dress.

 It was time to trim the Christmas tree.  William helped as much as he could and climbed onto Dad’s shoulders to put the fairy on the top.  Mum handed William the new fairy but William shook his head and pushed it away.

 “ No Mum we need the old fairy. She belongs to our family and she’s had years of experience” said William. He placed the old fairy firmly at the top of the tree and he gave his Mum a big fat kiss.

The Wonky Fairy