I tried to buy a Christmas tree on the 23rd, but everywhere was out. So I chopped some branches off one of the evergreens in the garden and tied them together with string.
On top of the tree in Roger's bear Aloysius, still wearing the sparkly cardinal's outfit I made for him about 4 years ago.
Yes, those are all our presents, a monument to the true meaning of Christmas: free stuff for me. Tomorrow prior to The Opening we shall create separate piles of presents and decide who has won Christmas. Note use of free Guardian wrapping paper, combining the twin pleasures of recycling and spending less money on your housemates.
And I made a decoration out of the front cover of last year's Christmas issue of New Scientist. Thrifty.
Roger is currently gutting pheasant for tonight's casserole and seems to be enjoying it far too much. Now commences the Christmas Eve tradition of watching media after dinner and drinking until I throw up. Tonight's offering is a Kill Bill double bill.