Dad’s birthday on the 15th (Happy Birthday Daddy!) merrily signaled the correct moment to whip up some festivity around the house and get the decorations out. Bill and I went shopping for a live Christmas tree in a pot and came home with a little purple tinsel tree instead. It’s so cute.
With our son terrorising anything he can reach I was a little nervous putting the decorations up but I was still determined to have a sparkly grotto. All baubles and shiny, pretty things are therefore dangling from the front room ceiling. Job well done.
One week before Christmas Sam and I went carol singing with the Hash on their moonlight Tacky Light Tour around Avondale Estates. Purple tinsel Christmas tree came with us. (I tried to find some tinsel in the shops to wear too but failed miserably. Bill later seemed confused when I asked him why I got blank looks and directed to the wrong product every time. He explained that tinsel is “garland.” Apparently what I know as lametta is his “tinsel.” gah!)
Sam had a wonderful time gazing at all the lights, though I hope we didn’t get in the way too much with the beast of a stroller. I’m used to the beaten up roads around East Atlanta Village and so put Sam in his proper carriage so I wouldn’t have to struggle through pot holes. Avondale Estates is rather pleasant though and really the chariot was overkill and meant we had to hang on the fringe of the festivities somewhat. Oh well.
Many many Hashers turned out for this yearly event and we all traipsed around the estate with mysterious sweet smelling alcoholic beverages being guzzled, serenading the most worthy lit up houses with gusto. Despite the award for festive spirit displayed proudly in one front yard we sadly saw no evidence of such jollity within when approximately seventy cheery carol singing Hashers, and a bird, lined up to sing “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” and the occupants refused to come to the door. Through the open blinds we could clearly see TV’s huge screen and the cable guide being flipped through. Bah humbug!
And yes, “seventy hashers, and a bird,” you did read that correctly. This moonlight hash was push chair and bird friendly. One guy’s pet bird accompanied us on the tour. Pushed around in a stroller he perched atop an illuminated cage and surveyed proceedings.
Sam seemed to really have a good time and he really warmed up to the carolers, by the time we returned to Surly Temple’s parents’ house Sam was apparently trying to sing along and could be heard merrily jabbering away whenever the singing started up.