Today we've been 'Deck(ing) the halls with boughs of holly, tra la la la la, la la la la'.
The festive mood has hit today, the official weekend when we put up the Christmas Tree. Husband has a birthday on Wednesday. 12.12.12 quite an unusual date line this year! Tradition dictates that the tree is put up on the weekend before his birthday.
We went to Cambridge this morning - making up for the trip we missed due to snow on Wednesday - and the Salvation Army Brass Band were playing carols in the entrance to the shopping mall.
There's something about that sound that really gets me humming carols for the rest of the day (apologies to the family).
Cambridge is not only a beautiful university city, full of prestigious colleges and historic buildings, but it is a great place to shop. A real mix of the normal shopping mall stores, but with loads of individual shops and quirky little gift shops. So after a successful morning's shopping, with a brief stop for a hot cheese and ham croissant and a 'flat white' coffee from Pret a Manger, we returned home for the annual decorating the tree event. Overseen by Santa's most particular tree decorator (also known as The Daughter). She insists that it is a family event, but woe betide anyone who puts anything that doesn't go with the colour scheme or worse still, puts it on the tree in a place where it doesn't look right. Helping normally ends up being me sitting on the floor handing up decorations for her to put in the 'proper' place. With a stern look being received if I hand up something inappropriate. The only slightly uncoordinated thing allowed is the fairy.
My dad gave R this to put on the tree the Christmas before he died so no matter what else goes on the tree each year, this slightly battered young fairy HAS to go on the top of the tree.
So what else is allowed on?
A Joyeux Noel
And because the song says a partridge sat in this kind of tree ... a pear
And the finished article?
I bet I know what you are thinking. That little puppy dog, I bet she's going mad and getting overexcited about that tree. I bet she's jumping around in the boxes of decorations and tangled up in the wires of the lights. Suspiciously not ...
Although I suspect that behind that calm exterior she is plotting her best course of action to wreak havoc when she's next left alone in the lounge!