For the first time since my Dad died three Christmases ago we have a tree.
It feels... Weird.
The last two years seeing Christmas stuff around the traps made me sad. Really sad. I wanted to spend the day in bed with a doona over my head.
This year? I'll be honest, I've been going from being totally OK with Christmas to a blubbering mess. Sometimes in the space of three minutes. But, I like shiny things, so we have a tree.
Went shopping today and got these totally cool ornaments.
We also have lights on our house and an inflatable Santa riding a motorbike. As you do.
Festive letterbox, anyone?
We have a very quiet Christmas Day planned. With good food, bon bon jokes and the repeat of the Carols By Candleight on TV.
And I think it's going to be OK.