They get all the stuff out of the loft.
They place the decorations on the tree,
in roughly the same place as they were last year (weirdly).
They place every single ornament we've ever bought on the hearth.
They trail tinsel all over and leave glitter on everything they touch.
And they chatter away while I keep out of the way.
When they're done they pack up
and I drive the friend back home.
But... they leave the mantelpiece.
That's all mine.