After weeks of nagging from dd I concede and get the Christmas tree out of the loft. The boys dont care either way. No, correction, ds2 is a willing participant once the 20 year old tree is assembled, but neither of my boys are quite the magpies us girls of the house are.
" Ooo shiny thing!"
" Ooo, another shiny thing!"
It's no wonder three sets of our 'christmas lights' have remained hung in our house all year round for the past 4 or 5 years.
The shock of being removed from the box is, as usual, evident in the tree's response. I'm always surprised to find it still has needles each year I unbox it.
The gearbox on the van fails and I make Christmas decorations with dd. (There is probably some denial psychology going on there. )
Frugality (is that a word?) rules. Free fabric (from sample books thrown out of shops), buttons from our button jar, stuffing from an old pillow, ribbon from a tat shop at £1 a roll. Looking cute, even if I do say so myself.
