Today was the day operation get the house ready for m-early Christmas went into overdrive. Big trees...one super skinny and one super tall were put up by 2 over grown children , who required bribing before any branches were even brought out the box. There's always the potential element of surprise/ danger when putting the trees up. They live in the garage ...spiders also live in the garage. Luckily no spiders were found...this time! Haggis Dog, who does love a stick was quite excited at the trees going up in front of him.
There's a comfort in putting familiar, favourite decorations up but also , this year , a sadness. Sad because the reason we are doing m-early Christmas is that Scott will definitely with us , he will be able to share a Christmas meal, be able to talk with us, laugh with us. We don't know what the situation will be come December. The day we were given a terminal diagnosis , I asked , through mutters, snots and tears whether we would see Christmas together ...sobbing ...'I love Christmas ', our consultant very kindly and quietly suggested we hold it earlier , hence we are having our Christmas next Sunday.
I never knew until today just how sad some of our favourite Christmas songs are . Bit of a sobfest going on ...luckily I had a Fiona there to say 'Do you need another hug? ' and never making it seem like a chore as with bottom lip stuck out I'd nod yes! Every single decoration has a meaning, a memory, lots of them are heart shaped...my favourite shape. Some bought when the kids were small, some when the kids were big, lots bought in Scotland and brought here and lots more bought over here. Some are from friends and the love in which they were given is remembered each time they are hung up. Some are back of the tree decorations...must go up but stay out of sight! My little fairy is 55 years old and rolled out every year. She sits aloft the tree and surveys all that goes on...no doubt watching a naughty dog boy stealing baubles!
So that's the reason for our early season. To be together, to live , to love and to laugh and to shout at naughty dogs.
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