Christmas is a-coming

[nineveh_uk]

And the goose is nowhere to be seen, which is fine by me. However I am going to have a go at hare over the holidays. My mother, who suffered a traumatic hare cooking incident more than 40 years ago, the reason that neither of my parents has cooked one since, has stipulated that it will be ordered fully prepared and jointed. Apparently there is a reason that they are cheaper to buy with the skin still on. On a less meaty culinary subject I have made mince pies, as last year I didn't have enough.

The Christmas tree is up - actually, it has been up for a week, which is too early,* but if I only put it up this weekend I'd only have it for a week before going away. The tinsel on the stairs is less successful, and needs another attempt. I have five more days left at work before the break, which is both good and terrifying. I was off for two days with a cold this week, which was not great timing. I suppose it is better than having a cold over Christmas, and hopefully it will be mostly gone by then. I have done almost all of my Christmas shopping, so I can relax about that.

Anyway, here (on LJ...) is the Christmas tree by special request of azdak so she feels less premature with hers!


*I have to say it is too early in case people think I don't realise this.

Comments

[antisoppist]

It is all damn odd to get used to. To avoid me being nitpickily possessive about bloody Christmas tree ornaments, I suggested the children pick me out some for my tree while they were decorating his. They have picked all the wooden ones which I do like but they think are boring, and only about six. I am grown-up. I can cope. On Saturday we will all go and pick some new ones. But I am annoyed that he is the one that doesn't care about stuff and sentimental value and history and atmosphere and he is the one who has got all of it.

[perennialanna]

The thing that is making me most sad is that I won't have any presents under the tree (the children have never got us presents, obviously he won't be getting me anything, and instead of posting her presents as usual my mother is saving them until the children and I go there on the 27th. Just as well, given that she is giving me a complete set of Wainwright to replace my granny's copies that I didn't claim when the house was sorted out because I couldn't quite believe that this really was the last time I'd ever be there). Which is a really stupid thing to be sad about in the general scheme of things, especially when I have any number of unread books and unknitted wool I could perfectly well wrap up as a present to myself of a project to start on Christmas Day.

The autumn term is always at least a week too long. We are all shattered, our tempers are suffering accordingly, and my bloodstream is at least 85% black coffee this week.