I know that a lot of our American friends have their Christmas trees up and 'trimmed'. I think it's largely a tradition to do it straight after Thanksgiving....I'm expecting to be corrected over this, I could just have created a century old tradition for you, America!
Here in dear old Blighty, there is much evidence of trees having been put up and 'decorated'. I have no idea why we don't all use the same word for putting baubles on branches. There are outdoor lights and wreaths on doors and it all looks very cheerful and as if everyone is contributing to an overall sense of celebration. Except here at chez Dunnit! Now that my child is an adult and apparently has her own busy life, I am not pestered for tree, lights, decorations. I am not having to hide bags and bought-in-advance food treats. No, and I miss it. It was all a grand part of the anticipation! I was expecting some sort of questioning this weekend about getting a tree. Or perhaps producing the odd mince pie, or requiring her to add her name to our Christmas cards.
And I had a really good answer ready. You know the one, about being too busy and it wouldn't hurt if you want to fetch a tree and make the effort....but I haven't even had a chance to say it! It turns out that she and The Squeeze also think they're too busy and indeed, their sensible heads feel that it's a bit too soon really. It's not too soon for me, it's just that in years gone by, I've had to tell her it's too soon - because I've been too busy. It's not just about a ten minute journey to a market to buy a tree, I can tell you. Here in the very average 3 bed semi that is Chez Dunnit, the introduction of a Christmas tree requires furniture shifting, floor clearing, frantic cleaning and vacuuming and general upheaval. And then about 3 hours of decorating. It's exhausting! So now it's come back to bite me. And despite being too busy, I really feel as though I'm missing out. Time to pull on my big girl panties and my multi-tasking genius gloves. Things must change for the sparklier!