And the tree... is... UP!

Welcome to Festive Month with the Chesworths!
We spent the afternoon getting the decorations out from storage and putting our Christmas tree up for another year. As I sit here typing, it is twinkling away beautifully in the corner of the room and filling me with a lovely state of bliss and hope. And I know that sentence may not have made sense, but a few drinks were had with tea in celebration of the moment. Well, what happened on Friday was that one of our suppliers at work gave me 'an early present' which was really just a sample of something new that they wanted to get some feedback on; but the gesture was welcome and appreciated. It was - are you ready for this? - peanut butter flavoured Irish cream. I am not kidding. Imagine a bottle of Baileys with a handful of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups melted into it and you might have the idea they were looking for. Some kind of weird fusion of early festiveness and a few Hallowe'en leftovers. It doesn't quite land in that way though, in my opinion. Imagine someone having eaten a peanut butter sandwich and then drunk a bottle of imitation Baileys and then throwing it all up into a mixing bowl and then decanting it into a weird coloured bottle and you might be somewhere closer to the truth. It was unpleasant, but strangely moreish, and so a third glass followed quickly on from the first two, despite my inner reservations.
Anyway - back to the point about the tree. It was a real family affair this year, too, because Mathew was very, VERY enthusiastic about the whole thing and insisted on doing as much of what was needed as possible. That's partly our fault, though, as we had been deliberately getting him excited about it since the middle of last week, and he was in such a state when he went to bed last night that I think he'll be less wound up when Christmas Eve gets here!
And, oh man, typing that about Christmas Eve has got me feeling even warmer, fuzzier, happier and mellower. Knowing how much Mathew has changed during this year, and how much more he knows about the whole Santa thing, and how much he remembers about last year... well... I just know that this year is going to be utterly splendiferous and spectacular. And I cannot wait. But I want to, so I can enjoy every second of the build-up.
God, my head feels weird. My feedback on this drink will be 'aesthetically awful, but Christ it does the job...'

RC 1-12-24