For the last thirty odd years on the first weekend in December a real Christmas tree is purchased and put up and decorated. When the kids were little, as soon as they had gone to bed, I re-arranged the decorations. Still do.
A the Dawn Patroller disappeared off last week, no tree. Yes, I know I could have got one, but thats one break in tradition too far. We cannot give up the annual arguments, now can we? "Too big, too small, too fat, too bare........."
In crept the various Santas, reindeer and so forth.
While he was away in Lincoln reading bed time stories,
I gave Gordon his Christmas Head dress. (Gordon greets/scares you to death in our entrance hall) And he dont look too impressed.
Found some more Santas.
Lit the candle burner in amongst coffee beans (supposed to then smell of coffee, so far zilch.)