Channeling Anne Wills

Alex was sooo excited about putting the christmas tree up last week; he insisted on lights. So we walked down to London Drugs (a um...everything shop) and bought a $5.00 packet of indoor tree lights and I let them pick out one decoration each to put on the tree. Olivia picked these pink icicle things, but was more interested in wearing them like earings. Since then, the tree has been threatened to be packed away forever on numerous occassions, "which is really going to confuse Santa when he comes down the chinmey", because Olivia just won't stop pulling the decorations off. Three sparkly red drums have been detroyed in the process - now how do you think that would make the little drummer boy feel? And with the decorations laying on the ground, Angus has wondered sheepishly over, more than once, with a decoration in his mouth. Luckily for him, his conscience has forbidden him to mangle the objects into unrecognisable slobbery particles, which is most unlike him, but I am grateful that only a quick rinse under the tap is necessary to restore the festive ornaments to their former glory.