Why is it that, right from the very start of December, time starts to literally gallop away? I am convinced that December Days pass twice as fast as, say, November days. And, quite possibly, three times as fast as the
long, cold days of January.
This year I thought I would be able to beat the December Count-Down. Retirement means time on my hands, does it not? Time to write and post Christmas cards. Time to source
presents for even the most difficult members of the family. (Difficult in terms of finding the right present, you know, not difficult in themselves. She says hastily.) Time to decorate the house. Time to...
Oh, yes, you are waiting to hear what's happened about the Apology for a Tree, aren't you? The short answer is - nothing at all. My plans for putting up the tree (that is, the whole tree, all five foot of it) and decorating it in the style
to which it has become accustomed over the last 20 Christmasses or so, depended on having the time. And time, as I have explained above, goes faster in December. Of course it might also have had something to do with the fact that we were out for a lovely,
leisurely lunch with friends. (Leisurely means we took our time about it. It would have been rude to do otherwise.) And of course we did have the pleasure of the company of another friend in the evening. Which meant tea and chat and companionship. A good use
of time, then.
The trouble is that, if I don't manage to get the tree in situ and decorated by tomorrow afternoon, then it will have to languish in its box till Monday. We will be away visiting the
Youngest of the Darling Daughters, helping young Jack celebrate his 15th birthday. (15? How did that happen?) And, come Monday, Mr B will most certainly return to his argument that we do not need a Christmas tree this year, being away on our Christmas Travels
for so much of the festive season.
It's not only for the tree that time is running out. We still have no idea what to buy two members of the family. And we have just received notification that another
present, being despatched from the good old US of A has an anticipated arrival date of 10th January. For goodness sake - don't they know it's Christmas? Plus several people who had been reluctantly deleted from our Christmas card list on account of the cost
of second class stamps have generously decided that we are worth the 50p. And we thought the Christmas cards, at least, were "done and dusted."
Time for a re-think?