Is it just me that has dreams of a lovely Doris Day film Christmas.
Putting the tree up with Christmas music playing, egg nog - not even sure what that is- children all rosy cheeked and happily helping. Me in a Christmas pinny -don't own one- DH in a lovely jumper and slacks putting the tree up full of the joys.
In reality by the time all tge decorations are out tge loft me and DH have already fallen out. DC have disappeared at the thought of doing anything. By the time the tree is ip and the sodding lights are on it DH and I are in mediation. By the time it's done and all the extra decorations are in the same place they've been for the last 27 years we're heading for divorce.
And breathe!!!
Please tell me I'm not alone