I have always put the christmas tree up on the day of the Mt Gambier christmas parade. While I am quick to stand back, ooh and aah, and fuss and fart, and be rearranging for days after, I didn't bother this year, it looked good the first time. I'm really not sure if this is because Izzy was more active in hanging the decorations this year or if I have become less fussy about the way it looks. I reckon I am less fussy and just can't be buggered, well this year anyway.
I must have forgotten how tall this tree was, I had all intentions of putting it up on a table but the ceiling got in the way! The temptation for Summer was too much, although she has been quite good and left the tree pretty much alone, there was a casualty early on.
Summer was mesmerised watching the singing and dancing Santa Claus. I'm betting next year when the fat man gets pulled out she will be scared of him, like Izzy was last year. Izzy is fine with him now, and wiggles her hips and dances along as he sings 'Jingle Bell Rock' and sways his hips side to side.