The halls are decked and ready for Christmas…….
Boris is wearing his crown again, so we know it must be ‘That Time Of Year’.
The tree is up, and staying that way this year due to the cunning application of fishing twine to the top and attached to beam on the ceiling. Damn thing is not landing on top of me this year! Anyway it is half the size and weight of last years monster. I have gone for the more slimline look, plenty of branches just spaced out a bit more and not half so wide as before. I honestly think that last year I must have forgotten where I lived when I picked the tree. Maybe I had a sudden vision of myself in some baronial hall or something, anyway the tree I picked last year definitely wasn’t suited to a cottage, we could barely get the thing through the front door. Oh no, this year it is a cottage sized tree for a cottage sized house.
Animals have of course partaken of the usual annual sports. Climbing the Christmas tree. Top award here goes to Minou for athletic ability and sheer tenacity and determination.
The gold medal for Gingerbread Cookie Stealing goes as ever to Harry for his unerring ability to sniff out the ornaments and pinch them from the tree, defying gravity in his antics to grab those biscuits and gobble as much as possible while it is still hanging on the tree. As ever he accepts his medal with a smirk and sticky lips.
The award for most laid back creature with ability to flatten the tinsel and lie on the wrapping paper thus rendering it useless has to go to darling Berti. He is so well practiced in this art, really nobody can come near him in this field.
Decorations are everywhere. The garden has invaded in the form of holly wherever I can stick the stuff. I love all the greenery and flashes of red.
Heart strings are tugged when you hang things on the tree. Idgy painted this snowman SO many years ago. He makes me smile every time I look at him. All those years. My little girl is 13 now and not so little anymore. She is still excited for Christmas though and has marked off the TV guide for all the movies she wants to watch. She has wrapped her prezzies and put them under the tree. She reminds me of what she is hoping that elusive old chap called Santa might bring for her.
My little Santon figures from France are on the mantelpiece. They send me to that fabulous country and my wonderful friends there with every glance. A tiny piece of sunshine and joy on an old wooden mantle in Scotland.
It all looks comforting and cheerful, cosy and warm.
Nothing big, nothing spectacular. Just bits and pieces brought together. A touch of sentiment, a lot of love – and a load of prickly stuff from the garden!
I like little views. Making small interesting vignettes here and there around the house. An old bauble and sprig of fir tucked into old baby shoes on the bookcase set amongst the Christmas cards. I love Christmas cards. Never hang them, put them on every surface, what joy hides the dust!
Even Teddy gets a bauble to sit with and a pomander too to keep him fresh!
Oh yes, the halls are decked and ready for Christmas.
I’m off to the BBC again today to go on the McAulay & Co show on BBC Radio Scotland and talk about pet prezzies. I have already been dubbed ‘Santa’s Little Helper’ and ‘The Queen Of Christmas’, dread to think what they’ll call me today. At least as one of Santa’s helpers I feel I have made it to Elfdom. At last ambition achieved, I’m an Elf!