Our three and a half year old has been begging to put the Christmas Tree up ever since they appeared in the shops in mid June, or whenever the big chains had decided they had milked enough out of Easter and it was time to move onto the Festive Season.
So in early November, thinking we were being smart, we told her that when the Tree went up at daycare, we would put ours up.
The tree went up at Daycare the very next day.
So true to our word we hauled the Christmas Tree out of storage. However, because our 10 month old is now crawling and trying to pull herself up on things, we thought it might be prudent to avoid the 6 footer with all its baby crushing ability, and simply put a small tree on a table.
I hauled a decades worth of decorations out of the cupboard, thinking I would let the eldest child chose a few decorations to put on our tiny tree. Silly old Mum, doesn't she know, there's no such thing as a three year old who can make a simple choice.
So now the tiny tree is groaning under the weight of practically every bauble, star, candy cane and novelty ornament we own. Not to mention the Christmas lights that must be turned on every day, so the girls can stand/sit under it and admire the festivity.
Our final yuletide effort was the classic and classy 'Santa Stop Here' sign, now covered with a fine layer of sawdust, wedged into a pot of geraniums on the front verandah. Santa can't really miss the house at the moment, it looks like a circus tent with its red and blue tarps. It's probably visible from space.
The downside to this early Christmas cheer is that every time we walk past the Santa Stop Here sign, the three and a half year old gets sad that Santa hasn't been yet, and no amount of explaining the concept of mid-November versus late December is sufficient to satisfy. It almost breaks my heart.
Oh well, I guess I can drown my sorrow in the Hot Cross Buns that should be out in the shops shortly after New Years.