J puts up the Christmas tree. We’ve had it so long neither of us has a clear memory of acquiring it. Think it must have come from one of the gatherings they used to have at St Helena’s in Larnaca in conjunction with the Nine Lessons and Carols. Not quite able to compete musically with the annual Nine Lessons and Carols from King’s College, Cambridge, but followed by a warm, friendly time upstairs with mulled wine and mince pies and Christmassy things for sale.
Fortunately J less of a purist than I re Christmas decorations. I actually think the tree should go up Christmas Eve - after Advent. Sort of like not handing out Easter eggs all the way through Lent. Has the added advantage of not being tired of listening to Christmas songs and sweeping up dried out pine needles before New Year’s. But have to admit it’s a cheerful look. And our tree needleless.
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