When I was a kid our tree usually went up two weeks before Christmas.
None of this rushing the holiday’s business.
But since having our daughter we have a guest who arrives on December 1st and everything has to be perfect for his arrival.
Our daughter doesn’t remember snow, the Christmas tree, stockings, Baby Jesus, or presents, but the child remember Elf.
She remembers that he is a sneaky sort who does mischievous things around the house while she sleeps.
And she remembers that if she touches him he’ll lose his magic and will go back to the North Pole.
She’s retained this but can’t remember that cat litre isn’t a food group.