Oh dear it's that time of year again

Goodmorning to all people of breeding who may be reading my little posts as I believe they are called.
I hope you are all well organised for the festive season and have butlers who do know how to recognise a Christmas tree when they see one. Honestly I left Smithers with the task of finding me a decent tree for the dining room, but when I returned home from my Sherry tasting afternoon I found half a Gum tree stuck in my best Ming vase with a few polystyrene garden gnomes hanging from its branches. I'm afraid at that point I really did become most angry. I don't like it when I begin to sound like those philistines one meets in the Antipodes who yell obscenities from their vehicles when one has done absolutely nothing to deserve such abuse. But I was furious with Smithers.  You would think the silly man had never seen a Christmas tree before. I ripped the bowl of fruit off his head and threw it across the room.  Smithers cowered behind the statue of David. I am certain he had never seen me so mad. I ordered him to remove this monstrosity immediately and replace it with a proper tree. He tried to get it out of the ming vase but it was firmly stuck. So before he had the chance to take an axe to the vase, I got him to put the hideous thing in the back of the rolls and I drove myself to the local hardware store and paid the owner a small fortune to delicately cut the tree out of the vase.  You do understand that delicate is not a word that means anything to Smithers. I now have a vase with a tree trunk inside it but at least I still have my priceless antique.
Well I do hope that your festive season goes a tad more smoothly than mine.
Yours ever frustratingly,
Lady O.