18 days to Boxing Day.

When less seems like more. If there was a plan for less decorating of our house on a grand scale, this Christmas, you might think the job would be quicker and easier. But that seems not to be the case. I am not sure why . Maybe being selective takes more effort. One side task that required patience was the re-repairing of a wise man who was last repaired in the eighties. Thank goodness for occasionally catching The Repair Shop.

A British T.V show that works miracles on precious items. From idly watching I knew that I needed to remove all old glue and a little shimmy with an emery board. To give the best result for the successful joining of a wise torso to wise legs.  The Wise Man is currently at one with himself, his fracture invisibly repaired.

Tomorrow the unusual job of returning unused decorations to the storage box will be done. For an inexplicable reason the sandalwood box that always holds our Christmas Decorations for 11 months of the year also holds the ashes of a long deceased cat. He may wonder what is going on, his fragrant sarcophagus is usually baubleless in December.

And on to I in 26 Days to Boxing Day.

An Inukshuk from Canadian relations. Always part of our Christmas.