Shocked and appalled.

Frankly, my rage is outed. I cannot believe how many blog posts I'm reading lately where the authors are, gasp, taking down their decorations. STOP IT NOW! In my house it is against the actual law to even whisper a suggestion of taking the tree down before Twelfth Night.
*rocks gently back and forth in a corner muttering*

Hahaha I can't bear to take my tree down. It takes me so long to put the flipping thing up! Plus, and my photos do not do it justice, it really is beautiful this year, not that I'm obsessed or anything.

So...before the sad bleak day when my downstairs returns to its bare, empty, ( dusty -omg tinsel hides a lot of dust ) boring existence, the one thing I will be doing is cutting up my Christmas cards beautifully to add to my stash. This year I managed to match tags with paper easily.
One of my favourite's being this Father Christmas.

I also note down all the senders who will be my list for next year! Except this year I didn't find said list until it was too late. A lot of my cards just said 'to you all' because my crap memory wouldn't bring names of spouses and children to mind in time!

A quick look at some of the obscene amount of presents bestowed upon me by the HG! He does like to collect things! He is a marketing man's dream ( as am I if I'm honest! ) but today I will be using my new non stick foot to make a bag - photos of course to follow!

I also got so much more! New boots, now walking trainers, more crafty bits n bobs, including this sock loom

I've already made a start, took it off, and started again! Photos next time. I got loads of other stuff too, perfume, chocolates, slippers, books etc like I said, spoilt rotten!

My turkey was fabulously cooked to perfection by yours truly!

Miss 22, her beau and Freddie came for Boxing Day