When will you put up your Xmas tree? (for UK people)

[James Hubbard]

Isn't it meant to be within 12 days before and take it down within 12 days after?

I probably won't have one as I live on my own and my lounge is part finished with decorating done, but no carpet or correct furniture (just temporary stuff!).

In the Philippines, Christmas celebrations are the "ber" months ...

septemBer
octoBer
novemBer
decemBer

then ... the kids are still begging for christmas money til the end of Jan!

I had to shout

Balik ra mo sa pasko!
lolz

[Arthur Little]

In the Philippines, Christmas celebrations are the "ber" months ...

septemBer
octoBer
novemBer
decemBer

So I believe! Actually, I noticed that when I first visited the Phils a year past in September ... then, when I went back out there two months later, the festivities were in full-swing.

then ... the kids are still begging for christmas money til the end of Jan!

... Don't I just know it! I stayed on until the middle of February, the second time.

[Arthur Little]

I had to shout

Balik ra mo sa pasko!
lolz

... Care to elaborate, James?

[James Hubbard]

... Care to elaborate, James?

It means "come back at christmas" lol!

[Arthur Little]

Now ... back to the topic in hand! ... Well, when I was a small child in Glasgow, just a few years after the war ended, I seem to recollect my mum buying a REAL tree at a shop in Maryhill Road on Christmas Eve. Then, after my dad came home from work, he would put it in a big tub situated in the space surrounding the large bay window of our red sandstone tenement flat in North Kelvinside. I always remember him deftly twisting the slender flex of the fairy lights round each of the branches. The lights themselves, of course, were "home made", in that, he'd rustled up two sets of different sized aircraft bulbs from the munitions factory where he was employed as an electrician/scientific instrument maker, and painted them in several colours. Invariably, the larger set adorned the pelmet above the window frames.

Nowadays, however, I make do with a small fibre optic tree, which I'll probably retrieve from the attic approximately a week beforehand. A lot less hassle - and no needles to bother sweeping up - yet nothing can compare with those Christmases of my dim and distant childhood.

[Alan]

Now ... back to the topic in hand! ... Well, when I was a small child in Glasgow, just a few years after the war ended, I seem to recollect my mum buying a REAL tree at a shop in Maryhill Road on Christmas Eve. Then, after my dad came home from work, he would put it in a big tub situated in the space surrounding the large bay window of our red sandstone tenement flat in North Kelvinside. I always remember him deftly twisting the slender flex of the fairy lights round each of the branches. The lights themselves, of course, were "home made", in that, he'd rustled up two sets of different sized aircraft bulbs from the munitions factory where he was employed as an electrician/scientific instrument maker, and painted them in several colours. Invariably, the larger set adorned the pelmet above the window frames.

Nowadays, however, I make do with a small fibre optic tree, which I'll probably retrieve from the attic approximately a week beforehand. A lot less hassle - and no needles to bother sweeping up - yet nothing can compare with those Christmases of my dim and distant childhood.

Fond memories indeed of the ghosts of Christmas past!!
To me, Christmas is not the same since we went metric!
Also, nostalgia is not what it used to be!

Another Tanduay please Hanna.

Al.

[Arthur Little]

Fond memories indeed of the ghosts of Christmas past!!
To me, Christmas is not the same since we went metric!
Also, nostalgia is not what it used to be!

Another Tanduay please Hanna.

Al.

How very true, Al ... everything has become so commercialised these days [especially at this time of year!]. I still treasure fond memories of my younger brother and I being put to bed after the Christmas tree had gone up ... and being exhorted gently - yet firmly - to go to *sleep (*not that we ever could! ) ... before "Santa" came. Ahh ... nostalgia ...