trim up the tree with christmas stuff or persistence of memory

This evening H and I had the chance to unbox a lot of the seasonal artefacts and populate the house with some Christmas cheer, and it was interesting to note, I thought, how, despite the passage of an entire, busy year we both remembered how each figure had been assigned a home, though this recall was not always immediate and was welcoming of new additions. The iron stocking holder belongs on the on top of the cabinet where the beer bottle collection has to be pushed back—carefully. Hanging ornaments on the tree is a similar affair stirring up memories with a long shelf-life. Carols playing as we arranged, assembled and hung the trappings, it is pretty remarkable how one can keep track of dozens of different creatures and their native habitats inactively. It reminds me of experiments regarding memory and being pelted with an overwhelming array of images. The objective, however, was not to be able to articulate every single impression in order and when replayed with a certain sliding admixture of pictures that were not included in the original showing, subjects young and old and with widely varying degrees of confidence in their power of recollection, could identify without fail the hundreds of images of the first exhibition from the additions.
If such could be demonstrated about successive displays, I wonder if the vintage and the spirit of the season contribute to tracking the whereabouts of a festive moose out of place. It's more of oh—I remember this guy rather than there's too much or where did we put all this before, probably the effects of the above experiment magnified. Trim up the tree with Christmas stuff, like bingle balls and whofu fluff. Season's greetings with more to follow!