IT ONLY ERZ WHEN THEY LEAVE

 

Its always a sad day when the Christmas decs come down. We could have left them up till Twelfth Night, the 6th January, but the month's first weekend seems like a good time to get it done.

We pile everything up on the kitchen table ready for wrapping in newspaper and bags before placing them carefully in big boxes destined for their attic home once more.

I took this snap as it seemed as if our traditional Erzgebirge [pronounced Ertz Geburger] smoking wooden figures were moaning about being boxed up again for another whole year of enforced hibernation.

I do sympathise with them.