It finally occurred to me this weekend that no amount of protests about how tired/stressed/lazy I am will stop the world from celebrating Christmas, in all the mad fashion we have now adopted, and that the four young members of the world who live in this house may as well get the chance to join the fun, so this weekend we put up the Christmas trees. I know one tree is the norm but after we bought our big tree a few years ago, we just kept the old one, even though it looks somewhat plucked, and now have two. I've got to admit that they're quite jolly. The Christmas stockings were brought out just to check they were ready, and Firstborn has made one for Flora at school in her Home Economics class. Flora of course hasn't a clue what's going on but decorations are something else for chewing since she's running out of undamaged shoes. Incidentally, before you report us, that was Shloer grape juice we were giving the kids to toast the occasion with.
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