Last year I posted a scan of my Christmas decoration, a tag lovingly gleaned from a bread bag, bought one Christmas day many years ago. It was comfortably minimalist, and reasonably festive, in a plain sort of a way. It was useful for hanging on my cubicle wall, or anywhere else a little cheer was in order.
So this year the bananas joined in. Far more flashy and colourful, and far less useful (being basically a pretty fragile sticky label, you can’t stick it anywhere much if you want to re-use it.) Ho ho ho.
Heh heh, I got one of these this morning. I stuck it to Bridget, but it didn’t stay on for long…
[...] A number of conversations and posts have got me thinking about what Christmas means to me. Apart from family, there are two things that are ‘must haves’ for me at Christmas time. They are a proper Christmas tree, and Christmas Lilies. The reason is the scent. Smelling the pine needles takes me straight back to the wonder and magic of Christmas as a child. There was one year when I was about eight and we had a Christmas in Keri keri. Grandad got a branch of a macrocarpa tree to serve as a Christmas tree. It was just all wrong for me even when covered in decorations. It looked OK, but it didn’t smell right. [...]