The Festive Season

A plastic box, full of baubles for the festivities of Christmas, which cannot be put up until twelve days before the big day, are kept underneath my stairs. One tree has been in my possession since I was a little girl. Truth be told it has seen better days, but I will not get rid of it. Every year it has a special place in my heart.

The other tree I have had for three years. I have a German Shephard, Rottweiler cross. This other tree is four foot big, and put up high. The baubles are mostly made of material, wool and wood. My dog had a habit of chewing through tile, and I was worried he would eat through the plastic.

This year I am going to buy a six foot tree (Titan isn’t chewing as much) and finally have the space for the numerous amount of baubles in my possession. My husband (Mr Hufflepuff) and daughter went shopping a few years ago and managed to spend £50 on baubles. I nearly had a fit when I saw the bill. I am also going to decorate more because I want to see the smile on my granddaughter’s face when she visits.

I’m telling myself she doesn’t need any more toys – I won’t buy another one until I do of course. She needs clothes, but by the time I’m finished she won’t.