The trees are up.
This is our little tree as made by my niece when we were in our first house.
It’s been put up every year since, including sitting on the cooker on the boat and on the mantlepiece above the fire the year we house-sat for MSM.
It wasn’t big enough to have lights attached, but I would never part with it. It’s decorated with odd earrings, broken chains, string tinsel, old baubles, beads and our fairy whose head is stuck upright with sellotape.