Don't worry. Though I'm rushing about flinging up greens and decorations in the home of others our house remains untouched by any sign of the season. And the cobblers children have no shoes as my mother used to say.
We're basically just lying about with our feet in one anothers face. No tree, no wreath, no nutting.
We have a touch of white here,
And a big burst of white there.
Oh, and a few more stems tucked about.
We hope to do a some hall decking this weekend, but there is a Saturday night party that involves a little fancy dress and some makeup application. And a Sunday evening concert.
Plus we decided to get (minimally) crafty this year and make a few ornaments that the kittens can't break.
But they can still destroy.
Christmas 2012: a process not an event.