Mum's cross stitch of St Nicholas is dug out, last year's trees positioned just so, and the Advent calendar in place.
Remember the angels? They're looking decidedly peaky after a year lying down in a darkened
I like to add something new each year. This year it was three little Christmas gumnut gnomes.
Meanwhile over on top of the
Oof, it's hot today. I went outside earlier to bring a load of washing off the clothesline and heard the familiar rustlethumpthumpthump as a kangaroo, who'd been lazing under a tree behind the clothesline, sprang to its feet and bounded away. Gave me quite a turn, it did. (Which I suspect was mutual).