'T'was the night before Christmas ...

I have accepted - albeit without much in the way of good grace - that there was little point to putting up the usual complement of Christmas trees - so I am making do with the small one already in my bedroom and the wooden Balinese one in the rumpus room ...
but that doesn't mean that I am admitting defeat in the decorating stakes.

This morning The Boy [ DD's fiance ] helped me drag the last 'kitchen' box and the three 'rumpus room' boxes down from the shed and within an hour or so, that end of the house was transformed:

a sackful of santas [ or would that be a 'Ho-Ho-Ho' of santas ? ]


a hug of bears


a flock of sheep [ with one caprine ring-in and a stray reindeer]


a patchwork table runner [ designed as an end-of-year project for a class some years ago ]


can you spot the kookaburra-with- santa-hat ?
and it may be a bit hard to see because of the angle, but there's a matching echidna just to the left of the angel plate - and that stitchery at the back? it says ' even our cats believe in Santa '

but 't'is late and Santa's on his way, so, in the words of the classic poem, may I wish you ...
A Merry Christmas to all
and to all a good night