Upon hearing that Mr E Man and I will be heading to his sister’s house for Christmas and therefore don’t have a Christmas tree at home this year*, our friends invited us round to their place on Friday to help them decorate their tree. As their two-year-old daughter “helped” by climbing on her Dad’s back while he lay on the floor trying to connect the lights, I started to sort through their huge box of assorted ornaments. And look what geeky vintage childhood delights I found!
I think we did a pretty good job:
It is a shame not to have our own tree this year, but at least I put all the lights up and wrapped various objects in tinsel. And in just over a week, weather and road conditions permitting, we’ll be pulling up in the driveway of a house nestled in a proper Canadian winter wonderland, with a beautiful tree and lots of excited family members to welcome us!
*when we’re home for Christmas Day itself we always get a real tree, so we don’t have a fake one lying around that we could put up. Besides, the cats do enough damage to it when we’re there to keep an eye on them… with our tenant looking in on them only every second day, we’d probably get home after Christmas to find the tree and all ornaments completely destroyed!