The Christmas tree has arrived.  It doesn't arrive by magic; it is an annual gathering by Father and Son.  They go off together and return with the tree.  Father remembers having to chop a tree by hand when he was a boy, which he loved, so I am glad that the tradition in some form has continued.  For the record, this is a tree from Yattendon Estates so no chopping necessary.  

I am aware of the irony that we spend our time planting trees and here I am merrily having a tree in the house.  Is it necessary? Probably not.  I just couldn't part with this very special part of our Christmas.