It's finally starting to get a bit Christmassy round at our house.
Yesterday, we finally got around to putting up our arboreal delight. Of course, it's not truly arboreal, because it's fake. I remember having some real trees as a kid, and the bloody pine needles just go everywhere. And Red -- rightly -- thinks it's wrong to cut down so many trees, only to throw them out a couple of weeks later. In accordance with all that and more, we go for that great British institution: the plastic tree.
Back when I was kid, though, it wasn't all real trees. We used to have a plastic one, too. It was silver -- y'know, that most realistic of Christmas-tree colours. Crazy Brits!
Anyway after erecting it yesterday (hee hee, I said "erect"), we decorated it. It looks good. So good, in fact, that I named it. In honour of the drummer from Green Day, we called it Tree Cool. Nice, no?
We didn't have enough lights initially, so we went a bought another string of them. We bought white ones, to provide a counterpoint to the old, coloured ones. And we bought a long garlandy thing with all green and red and gold Christmassy stuff on it, like holly leaves and pine cones. That's now wrapped around the head of our bed. So, it's Christmas in the bedroom, too...