Deck the halls...

Old posts, having finally accepted we will have to buy a new laptop I will publish picture-less...

Last weekend Christmas launched in our Huddersfield abode.
Normally,due to our combined love of this season, we do this a week earlier, so I was really giddy about getting started.

First stop, get our tree.

Now, we have a little history with trees. Ever since we first got together and g Kisby bought me a real tree for my bedroom at home. I loved it, loved the gesture, loved that every time I looked at it I was reminded of us. The tree however did not love me and literally dropped all it's needles within a week. It turned into a Christmas twig, to be fair if it was 2011 it would have been bang not trend. In 2000 it was very much not.

Then over the years we have continued to have drama. There was the year on our old house where g Kisby got carried away and bought a huge tree which when the net opened in our front room meant you couldn't see the tv and had to shimmy to get out the door. In a strop he announced we had to take it back. I got upset at the idea of a tree being unwanted and pleaded for us to keep it. I then realised he had no chance of now getting the large tree sans net back in the car so we ended up sawing off one side. It was an intereting look.

There was another year where size clearly mattered and we drove home with me sat with my head on my knee and a tree on top.

Then last year we got home to realise that our stand didn't fit and therefore the tree wouldnt stand up. G Kisby went out in the snow to try and saw it, I made useless suggestions like, "couldn't it be wedged with bags of sugar" and in the end we had to abandon ship and make a trip to b and q the next day to buy a new stand. Normally on these occasions g Kisby tries really hard not to get mad, I try not nearly hard enough not to humour his frustration, and the tree decorating event starts pretty quiet until in dolce jubilo, his favourite Christmas tune (what?)comes on and all is forgotten in favour of singing.

So this year what could go wrong? We were going for a smaller tree on account of the child, we had two stands, the decs were out of the loft ready, we even made a pretty quick decision on the tree itself ( g Kisby normally spends about an hour looking at every angle). He is a huge fan of the tree.

I tell you what could go wrong...trunk too big for the stand. What the hell. Our trunk was fat and a little wonky(is that ever good?) G Kisby stayed remarkably calm. An hour later he was using a meat cleaver, in the kitchen, to hack at the edge.
On the tip of my Tongue... "erm maybe a job for outside"?
As a large chip is made right in the middle of our wooden floor.

Anyhow it all worked out. We just have a 600page book holding it up.

We had a gorgeous time decorating. Mabel tried to eat the lights, mabel tried to eat the tree, mabel tried to eat the wrapped presents we used to barricade the tree. We watched elf, she loved the'this is not a toy' light decoration I bought for her and G Kisby only once asked for her to held back so he could check how even his lights were.

Let the festivities begin...