Stranger in our Midst...

There is a dark brooding Nordic presence in our living room. No, it's not Sven the masseur... Though it is naked, like Sven. What? Yours keeps his clothes on?
It is our Christmas tree. What are you like? I decided to lug it downstairs yesterday, as Ewelina was able to help with a little furniture re-arrangement. So much easier with two. And so much easier than trying to work with one's husband.  So there it stands, fluffed and waiting to be dressed.

I put the clock on it last night. An hour and a half before Dearest noticed that it had arrived.
Sven is so discreet. Even when he is evidently pining for his baubles...

Not yet, but Sven it's time..