I used to think that people who put their Christmas decorations up come the first week of December were mad. Stark raving mad. We had a strict up twelve days before, then down twelve days after rule that we stuck to for years. But baubles to that, I just couldn’t wait any longer.
Lucky for me, Mr Mostly is just as Christmas mad. For us it isn’t about That One Big Day, it’s about all the excitement in the run up to Christmas that comes with having a house full of children. I love it. Love love love it!
So off we went to get our Christmas tree. Every year we end up getting a tree that is far too big for the house so we swore that this year, we would be sensible and go for a nice five foot number. No taller than me and no fatter than Mr Mostly. That was the deal. So of course, we came home with a tree that was taller than Mr Mostly and at least ten times as wide. Christmas is not the time to be sensible it seems.
After a good feed and time to settle, I swear it is at least twice as big as it was. And it’s as wonky as it is huge. But it’s perfect and I love it. It just wouldn’t be Christmas without nearly killing myself rearranging all the furniture in the living room, right? But coming downstairs this morning to the amazing smell of the tree made the broken back well worth it. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Now to decorate the beast……