Showing posts with label decorations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label decorations. Show all posts

Monday, 7 December 2015

Bah Humbug! It's December, again - 18 more days to go

Irreverant Christmas decorations

Living in a household of boys, - (even my cats are male, although they are at both ends of the testosterone scale) - means that there is no fairy atop the Christmas tree - not even a Fairy Liquid bottle - that would be too frou-frou, like the fat, feather adorned fairy of my childhood.

In fact, it is amazing there is a tree at all. The whole idea of Christmas is simply too commercial and too emotional.

This year, I didn't even buy discounted advent calendars. Mostly because all that were left were Bob the Builder and a rather tacky Transformers set. I just could not bring myself to part with my cash. Instead, they can choose to buy their own chocolate, or save up for a game. I suppose it helps to cut down on the Oxy-5 spot cream.

Nevertheless, there has to be an element of cheery laughter and a whisp of tongue in cheek humour associated with any Christmas - well, any Christmas in our house.

So, over the years, I have decided to create irreverant Christmas montages. A sort of relief to the clichéd nativity scene that is a construct of conjecture.


This year features a decapitated teddy on top of a bag of now-lost-its-smell potpurri, topplying snowman giving a Halo or some other posable game character, a kick up the butt.

I hate to think what might happen when the toys come alive at night.


Last year, we featured Santa - who looked like he was in a rush - ladened down with gifts, being show a Christmas cook book with a roast turkey on the cover, by a Penguin. I thought it was rather fitting as it carried on the John Lewis theme: roast a penguin.



I suppose now, I need to create a second montage for the moon. Maybe I will use some cheese and crackers, afterall, that is what the man in or on the moon eats, isn't it?

Bah Humbug. I wonder what roasted penguin tastes like?


Tuesday, 1 December 2015

Bah Humbug - It's December AGAIN! 24 days of ...

And the Christmas Tree arrives today ...


I don't know why, but this year, I decided that my old fake tree was too huge, and perhaps, a little too disgusting after 10 years of "loving" use.

Well, I suppose it was more along the lines of my eldest son told me he didn't want a tree this year - or at least not a huge tree. But where is the fun in that?

The green, spiky, Christmas tree has absolutely nothing to do with being born in a barn. Which also got me thinking ... being born in a barn, is usually thrown at someone if they leave the door open.

That's got nothing to do with Christmas either. Unless, of course, you leave your door open wide, so everyone can join your party.

Last year, intrigued at my scant knowledge of the history of the Christmas tree, I did a little investigating, and 14 days before Christmas (yes, my tree was very late going up last year), I enlightened the world. Well, anyone who was so inclined to read my Christmas blog:

http://bahhumbugagain.blogspot.sg/2014/12/bah-humbug-its-december-again-14-days.html


Back to the tree, or rather this year's tree in question. I chose a Noble Fir. Since when was a tree part of the aristocracy? I suppose the tenuous link might be a family tree. 

There is another strange term, the family tree. It conjures up the image of a family sitting around a majestic tree, saying, "this is our tree, no one else's. This tree belongs to us." (to be uttered using an Eddie Izzard voice). But, what, if like Oliver Jeffers' moose, it doesn't want to belong to that family? 

I digress, again. 

It must be the idea of having to build a tree, hang the lights, half of which will probably electrocute you on the touch and then dust off the decorations.

BUT ...

This year, I am not building a tree. My noble fir comes from Far East Flora. Do we grow fir trees in the far east? Actually, we do, only most of them I have seen growing in gardens are leaning over, precariously.

Rather like the giant tree outside my mother's front door. The one, the cat climbed and got stuck up. It got sick, not the cat, the tree. So, this year, sadly, it was chopped down. Crash, a rather gaping hole left in the foliage around the front of the house. 

I digressed again as if I am skirting the issue of Christmas - avoiding the whole thing. But unless I become a hermit, I can't.

So, this afternoon, the men from Far East Flora, delivered a Noble Fir to my home. This tree was chosen for its dense foliage and a kink in the top branch. Because, after all, nothing in life is perfect, most of all Christmas.




Thursday, 11 December 2014

Bah Humbug. It's December again - 14 days until Christmas

Bah Humbug, it's 11th December. It's Thursday and now I am half way through another week and only 14 days to go.

I've just realised that I brought a box of Christmas decorations up from the basement and left them sitting behind the piano. Now that is clever, or rather absent minded of me. 

I now have the conundrum of whether to unpack them and decorate the tree, which after all will only be decorated for another couple of weeks, or just put them away. I don't even remember what is in that box, other than little glass trinkets. Little glass trinkets that the cat will probably play with. Maybe I'll just put the box away.

Which raises the question of why on earth do we cut down evergreen fir trees, and of a particular type, we tend to get Noble Firs here in Singapore while in the US they like the Scots Pine, which always makes me think of men in kilts moaning that they've been forgotten at Christmas.

I digress.

If you are not in to chopping down forests, even if they are grown for chopping down, then you will have invested in a recyclable Christmas tree - in other words, a fake one. One that you take down each year, tape up with tie-wraps and stick in a cupboard to gather dust for the next 11 months of the year. But it does save money and trees and necessitates a certain amount of exercise and exertion to put it together and stand it up. Mine weighs a ton.

I digressed again from the point, why do we decorate fir/pine trees at Christmas?

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The ritual, for that is really what it is, of decorating the Christmas tree, is a family occasion, when everyone helps and gets into the Christmas spirit. Well that is how it used to be; now it is just me, as my boys feel too grown up for this.

I decided to look into this, and here is my potted - like the tree - summary of where it all came from. I've included some links at the end for anyone who really is interested ;)

Legend has it that St Boniface travelled from Devon in 7th Century to the area of what is now Northern Germany to convert the pagan tribes to Christianity. He is said to have used the triangular shape of the fir tree to explain the Holy Trinity.

Whether that is true or not, many northern Europeans would hang pine trees upside down in and around their homes – (they do make things smell nice when it is stuffy at Christmas). Romans used to decorate their doors with wreaths and arrangements made from greenery to signify a celebration. It was also believed that they kept out evil spirits and witches.

Trees began to be decorated at Christmas fairs held in sixteenth century, to attract people to merchant’s stalls. The merchants hung gifts and food and all sorts on their trees. Rather like the shop windows of today and the scenes outside the shopping malls in Singapore, the trees became more and more elaborate as merchants became more competitive.

It was Martin Luther, the Protestant reformer who first decorated trees with candles to capture the scene of the stars in the sky at Christmas.

The Christmas tree eventually became popular in Great Britain during the reign of Queen Victoria. She used to have one in her room as a child each Christmas. She decorated her tree with candles and was sketched along side it with Prince Albert and their children.

The one downside with putting candles on trees is that you are mixing wood and flames, which equal fire. 

Some insurance companies in the US wanted the government to pass a law banning candles on trees. A prime example of Bah Humbug! In 1895 and American Ralph Morris invented the electric Christmas lights. Which sort of put stop to the insurance companies spoiling Christmas!



That covers the lights, but what about the other decorations and trinkets we put on the tree?

Many years ago, people believed that when a tree lost its leaves outside that their spirits would leave them and then the leaves would never grow again. So, people dressed up the trees in brightly coloured strips of cloth to make sure that the spirits stayed with the trees.

When people began to bring trees inside at Christmas, they started decorating them with sweets and fruit and toys and beads and even tinsel. And the rest is history.

Which shows that traditions come from somewhere, often intriguing and varied and that we should always try to capture the original essence of why we celebrate certain festivals.


That reminds me, I still never got down to the bottom of why we give gifts at Christmas.


That will have to be for another day.

BAH HUMBUG.











Wednesday, 3 December 2014

Bah Humbug - It's December again - 22 Days to Christmas

Bah Humbug, it's 3rd December, a Wednesday, so we've hit mid-week.

Decided to hang a few more decorations - like I said, do it in phases. Shame I can't take it down in phases - such a nuisance this traditional 12 days of Christmas thing. So ingrained in my psyche now that the mere thought of having my tree up and decorated after Twelfth Night fills me with fear and dread of misfortune. 

That reminds, me, Twelfth Night, Shakespeare, I have a lesson to prepare.

Back to the tree.

It was while I was rearranging the decorations that I found them. You never believe that Toy Story rubbish, but I swear, I took a double take at these three. This was no accident caused by me decorating a tree with a migraine.

Those decorations are definitely up to something. Flirtatious times.




I'm not sure what that fairy sees in a grubby skinny snowman who lost his leg last year and an overly cheery jester.

Who told him to be happy?


BAH HUMBUG

Sunday, 8 December 2013

The Seventeenth Day Before Christmas - Bah Humbug

Bah Humbug, it's 8th December. The start of the second week of Advent, seven pieces of chocolate have been consumed, with little regard for what was under them. Mind you, I don't think that the original point of Advent Calendars was to include the Transformers.

Bit dazey today. By that I mean I could not wake up. Better put a few more decorations on the tree and contemplate it while I munch on a mince pie.




BAH HUMBUG

I wonder what the eight maids a-milking are up to? After all it is Sunday.

Reminds me, I need to go and buy some milk, I don't want one of those Monday morning adventures like dad in Fortunately The Milk.

Tuesday, 3 December 2013

The Twenty Second Day Before Christmas - Bah Humbug

Bah Humbug, it's 3rd December. Well at least it's not Monday anymore and the rain has sort of stopped for the moment.

Hung out a few more decorations on the tree. Well, poor tree, I couldn't leave it looking sparse. I did notice though that viewed from a certain angle, because I squashed it against the piano, it looks pregnant.

Wonder whether there will be a forest of trees on Christmas Day morning?

BAH HUMBUG



And where are the French Hens?

Probably laying eggs in time for the day after Boxing Day, which is when they should be around as we are in Advent, not the 12 days. But who cares?