Up with the flatulent sparrows to bake cookies and baste turkeys? No. Been there, done that, don’t even need a T shirt to prove it.
But for all the traditionalists who want the festive frippery…I give you a summery look …
In this part of the world, nothing says “summer” quite like the poincianas, their canopies ablaze for weeks on end.
What’s that you say? Don’t I have a “proper” Christmas tree? Why, yes, I do.
All down to my Man’s ingenuity. The “tree” is a spent seed branch from a palm. Add some flashing ear rings (yes!) and gold bells-on-chains and a star and you have a
tastefully decorated tree. great cat toy. sigh…
Still not traditional enough, huh? Let’s see… Bing Crosby? Definitely not! A creepy fat guy in red satin jim-jams calling out to ladies of an ancient trade? Don’t think so. Maybe this….?
“I’b dot Rudolf! I’b god a cod!”
Whatever your pleasures, I hope you enjoy yourselves. I’ll probably celebrate with one of my family traditions, the Tom Lehrer carol. And, on the very remote chance that Wes Baillie may happen upon this post…it’s all your fault, Wes! And I thank you, most sincerely.
post script…as WordPress published this they added a little quote in my sidebar:
“I am a drinker with writing problems.”
A hard-drinkin’ Oirishman, if you want to know. Brendan Behan. Which reminds me…La Cave needs restocking!