55 days!

After tonight, it's on. I'm going to start making a new garland for my mantle, I can give myself something I'll like more than someone else can. Mark, get your mind out of the gutter. I need to figure out how to get some pods out of the magnolia too. 

Is this Sunday too early to be putting up your Christmas tree? We are helping put up and decorate my poker buddies mancave Christmas tree this Sunday.

(10-31-2018, 02:20 PM)Clang McFly Wrote: Is this Sunday too early to be putting up your Christmas tree?

No! Last Sunday would have been too early but this upcoming Sunday is juuuuust right.

YES! After Thanksgiving only!

(10-31-2018, 02:27 PM)Duchess Wrote:

(10-31-2018, 02:20 PM)Clang McFly Wrote: Is this Sunday too early to be putting up your Christmas tree?

No! Last Sunday would have been too early but this upcoming Sunday is juuuuust right.

OK thanks.

(10-31-2018, 02:40 PM)BigMark Wrote: YES! After Thanksgiving only!

That's what I would do if it was my tree. I'm not as Christmas crazy as Duchess and my poker buddy.

I got all my Halloween shopping done, does that count?     Oops, there's some buggers now!

I hate Christmas. Hate it

My God! What kind of monster are you!

(11-01-2018, 04:58 AM)Duchess Wrote: My God! What kind of monster are you!

Probably denies his kids Reese's peanut butter cups also.

(11-01-2018, 07:20 AM)Clang McFly Wrote: Probably denies his kids Reese's peanut butter cups also.

Of course he does. Just like Sally!

First there is the build up. The pressure of spending my money for the "right" present for each of the people I like. Then the down your throat commercialised Christmas bullshit that saturates the culture for 6 weeks building up to that magical fucking day. I am not paid for the break and so I am off for a week over the break with no pay. A week with no pay and forced time off and everything shut and people showing off gaudy decorations. All the nice places to hang out populated by hordes of families having fun , which I guess is loosely translated to making gluttons of themselves and drinking heaps of grog, making a mess, giving their overly excited screaming children a massive sugar hit which lasts for an hour and a half but which time the kids are fractuous, one of them is drunk and the other pissed off that they are the designated driver and between sunburn, ant bites and injures from cricket or footy or other haphazard injuries, they make their way home. It is toss of a coin if you hear them later that night stress, burned, drunk and cantankerous. By the 28^th there is nothing to do and you are waiting for the Year to end and the start of the New Year so you can get on with work and stop reminiscing about the little that was achieved the year before. Perhaps too you will speculate that the birth of a middle Eastern Savour, St Nicholas and Elves and Pagan Gods of winter are are no more reasonably the same thing as the red woolen suited Santa is rationally suited to the Christmas climate in Australia.

Its a giant crock of shit, bah humbug!

Here in America we just have a glass of eggnog and trim the tree, no being attacked by ants or injuring ourselves playing cricket and footy. Christmas in Australia really must suck.

(11-01-2018, 09:30 AM)sally Wrote: Here in America we just have a glass of eggnog and trim the tree, no being attacked by ants or injuring ourselves playing cricket and footy. Christmas in Australia really must suck.

Yeah, I'm not a fan

Tis time  

Where can I get one of those lights hanging cannons?

Researching now! I'll let you know what I find out.

Man I wish it was that easy, I am putting up lights Thanksgiving weekend, and am not waiting till 2 weeks before Christmas this year. I may even pick up some bales of hay for my manger display.

I spend a great deal of time making sure things are juuuuust right for the holidays, fuck all if I'm only going to enjoy it for a couple weeks. It will probably take me a week to do my home and I don't do nearly the stuff I used to do.

As an aside, I have a couple of little friends who come over and spend some time. I dressed up as Santa and I thought I was such a great one that they wouldn't be able to tell...and then one of them said, "you smell like Lessa"   I laugh every time I recall it.