Deck The Halls With Boughs Of Holly
It's that time of year again; carol singers roasting on an open fire and whatnot. Last year, Tori persuaded me that it was a good idea to go halves on a seven foot six artificial tree, which was a good idea with the high ceilings of the place I was in last year, but a bit dodgier in our current flat. Nevertheless, it came up in conversation, so I risked life and limb getting it out of the loft (we don't have a ladder), and set it up.
I'd just finished, and we were decorating it, when Tori pointed out that you're not meant to put decorations up until the 19th. So I'm not allowed to turn the lights on, and it's sitting forlornly in the corner looking unilluminated and slightly sad. I'll post a picture of the tree in all it's glory when she lets me switch it on.