A Hot Sweaty Version Of Scrooge

…and I don’t mean hot and sweaty in a naughty way, I mean hot and sweaty in that it’s hot enough to cook steak on the pavement and I’m knocked up and dripping bucket after bucket of sweat from every available pore.

I am still adjusting to the Australian Christmas. Christmas in the UK is just such a different experience. I can’t help but feel like it’s just some big elaborate make believe that the entire country puts on just to wind up tourists. I love Australia, I am very happy to call it my home, but December always brings with it a strong longing for the motherland. Homesickness, combined with being 7 months pregnant and the ridiculous heat ends up with me becoming Scrooge.

Last year the Christmas tree went up when Declan went to bed on Christmas Eve and came down 24 hours later the following day, and even in that short space of time Declan still managed to pull the entire thing down about five times. This year we have double the trouble with a now mobile Connor to add to the mix, and there was no way I was putting that much work into a tree just for a day of the pretty. So instead the scrooge in me splashed out fifteen bucks on ebay and replaced our tree with stickers.

Best. Idea. Eva.

It took me five minutes to put up. It looks festive without being too in your face OMG CHRISTMAS!! Declan’s delighted with counting the balls and telling me what the pictures are. And best of all, come January the 6th it will take me five minutes to pull down, and there’s not even a hint of having to battle with fairy lights or vacuum up glitter until June.

Christmas decorating win!