Christmas Trees (or the lack of)

I'm starting to get a bit antsy. The mall is full of Christmas trees, the hospital has one up in the front lobby and now my neighbour has gone and put hers up. I am not liking that one bit. I used to be the first person in the neighbourhood to put the tree up. It used to go up the first weekend in November but as my livingroom seems to be getting smaller as the years go by, I started putting it up the last weekend in November. However, William has informed me that it is bad luck to put a tree up before December 1, and he would like to wait! Although I certainly do not believe in the bad luck theory I suppose I can wait a bit longer. I'm somewhat fearful that Saoirse may try and pull the tree down on her anyway. Still, I don't really like waiting. However, it's better than when I was a child and we had to wait until December 15 to put up the tree. If my mum had had her way the tree would have went up Christmas Eve and come down on Boxing Day. Such a grinch. But because I always wanted it up in time for my birthday she'd grumpily relent. I have fond memories of having the tree up back then, my friend Janine would sleep over and we would leave the tree lights on and sleep underneath it. Life was easy when you were 10. I had no worries that I wouldn't get at least some of the things on my Christmas list. (Quite easy to achieve when your list is 2 pages long, full of stuff from the Sears Wish book.)

It's not feeling very Christmasy outside. Normally we have snow and it is below zero out. Right now, it is plus 12. We were warmer than Mexico City and Rome on Saturday. I'm sorry, but that's just not natural. It is plain wrong actually. Eventually we will get our winter weather I guess. Might as well as enjoy this while it lasts.