Every year at the same time something in me begins to stir- the need to bring out my Christmas decorations from their storing place in our cellar. Of course, it is a bit early to do so, so after going to bed I take my tablet PC and watch some of the Vlogs there in hope of getting new ideas to annoy my husband, before I get down to real work. A few days ago hubby came to bed early, which is very unusual for him, and found me watching those VLogs. "What´s that?" "Christmas decorations I´d love to try out!" For some time hubby looked over my shoulder, practically shuddering in horror upon what he was seeing on Youtube at the beginning of November. "How come those people have a fully decorated Christmas tree in their house, no, not one, but at least two of it, and early in November at that? Have they gone mad?" Apparently hubby has not yet figured the concept of these Vlogs. The earlier you show off your house in all its glory the more clicks you will get. After watching the third VLog you will know for certain that the trees look almost the same, and that here in Europe we seldomly have two-storeyed entrance halls where we may place a twelve feet tree. This year snowy trees are the hit. Not good, because the only artificial tree I have is tiny and green as grass, like a leprechaun turned into a fir tree by some sorceress. And this tree even behaves like one, means it does not behave at all but keels over or sends the bubbles flying. But there´s some snow spray under my bathroom sink I managed to hide from hubby and Oscar, from hubby, because he´d surely have disposed of it out of fear I might use it for Christmas, from Oscar, because this boy would have used it on the next object the moment he got hold of the spray can. Unfortunately I told hubby that my best friend - yes, even older ladies have one - is very willing to help me create a snowy tree this year, and that I am on Amazon daily, to find one of those fabulous pine trees which look like as if coming fresh from a snow covered forest. "Don´t you dare and buy one!" hubby told me. Well, he should not have. Next day I went to Ikea and bought more of the tiny fir trees they sell this year plus a bigger one, and found more trees in another shop. Our house will resemble a winter forest this year, so I hope. To say that hubby was not amused is an understatement. He was kind of livid at seeing the parade of trees lining up in our hallway.
Yet the little ones will like it, Elsa is watching every step of my decoration mania with glee, her parents videophoning at least twice a week to let her see all the wonders I have brought up from the cellar. Now that the dragons from Halloween have retired it´s tree and deer and stag occupying the shelves, with more to come. Hubby´s revenge was not long in coming. He bought a goose I had to cook today. I hate dead goose, the taste of it, the long time it needs until it is well done, the side dishes that have to be served with that silly poultry. I spent the whole morning peeling potatos, cutting red cabbage, stripping apples and pears, cutting bread for stuffing, all this while I had to restrain little Cassian from running berserk in the living room. Hubby and number two were re-installing the glass shelter at the porch, the one which is supposed to keep rain and wind off but is highly overrated. Looks really nice but is for the birds. For approximately eight screws they needed one hour of work and two bottles of beer, while Cassian was frolicking and I was fuming in the kitchen. I think I need more and bigger trees for payback!