Last year, I hit upon the somewhat recessive, but space efficient concept of decorating the  fireplace for yule tide flippancy . The painted fire, a peon to consumerism that was installed, lasted, with some augmenting of gaffer tape for 2014. At the end, it flagged, there were jokes about the fire going out, and the two bar heater. So, the tide had turned, out with the old flames and let the incoming tide be Tidal, and waving, rather than drowning. So, the Christmas tidings , bucolic beachiness and blue sky, fictitious waves, some twitterage via the e-bird and a deluge of gifts, these a tide that went out promptly Christmas Day.  The beachiness remains, the bucket and spade always infra dig.