Since December 1st there had been no let up from Nigel, wanting, neigh demanding, to know the Christmas Tree chez Castle Greysquirrel was going to be put up
Darrell and I had thought that next weekend would be an suitable juncture, however, in the end Nigel’s persistent festive pestering just ground us down, and so last night, after tea, we decided to start festivating, for the peace and our sanity!
And I have to admit that on seeing Nigel’s beaming little face as the tree went up, it made it all worth while …..
Even sorting out the robustly knotted bundle of fairy lights was not nearly as irritating or frustrating as we had anticipated, after Nigel offered to hum our favourite Christmas songs as we untangled, to get us in the festive mood ….. although, we did have to make him swear that he wouldn’t hum a single note of anything of a Cliff Richard Christmas type nature, as just the thought of Cliff Richard singing brings Darrell out in the most horrendous hives!
It all looked so very romantic, …. we are not embarrassed to admit that there were a few moist eyes and stiffled manly sniffs. We had decided, a little while ago, after one of our family debates that we would break with one of our most rigid festive traditions by putting candy canes on the tree this year instead of chocolate money in honour and memory of our trip to Last Vegas, injecting a little US of A into our Yuletide decor.
Yes …… it was all very much an awe and wonder moment for us all as I switched on the lights …amidst a great many sighs, ohhhh and ahhhhs
…… and though Nigel’s aforementioned festive pestering's were at times very wearing ….. we are glad he did ….. and that we relented!