Will and I put up mum's tree tonight. All our presents are bought and wrapped. My brother-in-law has sent me a poinsettia for Christmas, which is now centrepiece of the table. I'm sitting outside on the deck in 20-something heat (mild, not melting) with the wind rustling the palm leaves and geckos squeaking in the eaves above me. I stink of insect repellent (my mozzie bites have mozzie bites) and there's a glass of very nice Margaret River cab sav to my left. I think this'll be a good Christmas.