As a child growing up in Glasgow in the 50s, the tree didn’t go up until Christmas Eve then it stayed up until the 6th of January. I think we went back to school later than that then, maybe having 3 weeks off!
Anyway, these days, living in Hertfordshire now, my tree goes up just before I entertain my first guests, usually at the beginning of December. By now, I’m champing at the bit to feel Springlike (it’s a beautiful, sunny day here today, so windows open, a bit of cleaning and a surreptitious removal of all the Christmas stuff in the bedrooms. My only concession was to put two brand new brushed cotton duvet sets in one of the guest bedrooms. It’s subtle, little robins one side, polka dots the other, so not too overtly Christmas. I got them in the M&S sale and they are too nice not to use.
The downstairs, hall, stairs and landing will stay till New Year’s Day when they will be cleared and the house filled with any Spring-like flowers I can get my hands on!
Enough is enough these days. Great while it lasts but, let’s move on, lol.