On Thursday, seeing as I was battling with enough shopping bags to floor an elephant, I decided to add a Christmas tree to my load. Having wrestled my bagged delights onto the crowded tram and back from the tram stop I thought I could collapse at home and forget about Christmas. Not so. Yuri took one look at the boxed tree and decided it had to come out there and then. So I spent all that evening protesting that we couldn't have the tree up until December.
As a child, and even till this day, m and d get a tree a week or two into Decembe, and it sits outside looking miserable until maybe the 22nd or 23rd, when it finally gets dragged in and B goes into military operation style decorating frenzy. All I ever wanted to do in the first half of December was decorate that tree and get on with the party season.
So, having had that 3ft tree sitting on the coffee table all day, loo0king sand and undecorated, I decided last night was the time to bring Christmas into our house. We picked TB up from school and took him off to pick decorations (this is the first tree we've had in our house since he's been born) and he decided on silver glittery stars and presents. Ok, there was a little persuasion from me - gold just wouldn't have gone with the lights on that tree. We brought them home and spent the evening decorating.
This morning, when I went back into the living room to check on TB, I found each of the ribbon wrapped presents lying in a pile of unwrapped ribbons. Well, Tommy thought it was amusing. I, however, feat that my threat that if he plays with the decorations again the whole lot will go away, will not be anough to stop him.
We're picking up the remainder of the presents this afternoon, once they're wrapped and the cards are sent, the whole lot's done. I wrapped every present we've got so far last night.
I don't think I've ever been so organised!
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