If I could have made one Christmas wish today, it would have been for more time. More time to put my tree up, more time to decorate it, more time to evoke the Festive Spirit.
And that’s not to say I don’t have any Festive Spirit – I do!
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For a long as I can remember, December 1 each year has always been the day the tree goes up. The decorations are dragged out of their hiding place and, I’d like to say, everything gets dusted off. However, although once upon a time that might have been the case, these days they live in the wardrobe in the study and are not dusty at all.
Having been lovingly packed and stored away on January 5, sealed in a plastic container, or stored in my little Christmas chest, they have patiently sat on the overhead shelf of that wardrobe, tucked away behind closed doors and, for the most part, out of sight and out of mind, safe from any dust or dirt that could spoil them during their 47 week hibernation.
But today is the day they are relocated to the living room, and I begin the process of reconstructing our tree with lights and baubles and all the sundry items that festoon the sparse little branches of our tree.
Sadly though 😦 after a very long day working hard for a living, the best I could manage was to erect the tree and not much else.
While sitting and waiting for my (inner) batteries to recharge, I did manage to construct the little pop-up tree ornaments that came with my groceries. (I paid the $3 for the pop-up tree to put them on.)
They were harder to construct than they looked and I can imagine lots of mums and dads getting frustrated with these little ‘give-a-ways’.
Ok, so it’s not exactly a Christmas Tree, but I guess, in a way, I did put up a tree today. Tomorrow I will have the time and the opportunity to finish what I started with our ‘real’ tree.
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