Back in the day, before the decorations went up, a mini spring clean would take place chez Dunnit. And furniture would have to be moved. Yes indeed, the arrival of the Christmas decorations was a matter of some work and lots of excitement. I don't know why, but in her 18 wonderful years, Miss Dunnit has never taken any interest in decorating the tree, or helping with the other bits either, come to that. I don't understand it. Perhaps it's because year after year she sees me doing it and has decided that it's just another chore that the girl gets to do. I know it's not and shouldn't be, but it kinda is. Mr Dunnit is marvellous with the shopping, choosing, trimming to fit it in the stand and rigging up the lighting for the tree, but would rather leave it naked than get involved in its decoration. Indeed, some years - take last year for example, when we were up to our eyeballs in the misery of illness and closing a business, it was he who reminded me that we needed a tree. He clearly sees the need. And the year we went to Australia on Christmas night so didn't bother with a tree, both of them felt cheated. I don't get it. So secure in the realisation that Christmas Day is now a week on Sunday (which sounds very, very close) we bought a tree this weekend. I have made a huge effort in the cleaning department today, and thrown the vaccuum across the carpet where it will stand. There was enough winter sun to make me wince at the state of the windows....but luckily, not enough winter sun to make me actually clean them. As I type though, it is bereft of ornament. Mr Dunnit wants to arrange the sockets and extensions before we put it in position...and he isn't home yet....and as she left for college this morning, Miss Dunnit said to wait till she got home before starting on the tree. It's a Christmas miracle. Now all I have to do is bite my tongue and stop myself moving bits around to fill gaps and better suit my idea of a well decorated tree. Easier surely, than having to do it all myself?