I’m dreaming of a bright Christmas

A week ago in Hollywood Beach, Fort Lauderdale, Christmas garlands festooned the lamp posts on the Broadwalk, and as I mentioned earlier today, giant inflatable Santa Claus figures were being put up in a central square in Vigo, Spain.
A couple of years ago when I was enjoying an early December cruise in the Caribbean aboard P&O’s Ventura, a team of riggers flew in and transformed the ship overnight with Christmas decorations that had a nautical theme, with seashells among the baubles.
Here on Cunard’s Queen Elizabeth, however, there is no sign of the festive season, unless you count the tiny Hannukah menorah twinkling faintly by battery power at the entrance to the Princess Grill restaurant.
Am I premature in wanting the ship to be dressed from bow to stern? Will I wake up tomorrow to find that Santa’s elves have been busy in the night?
At the first sign of a Christmas tree or garlands of greenery, I’ll be back here with pictures. Until then, it’s bah, humbug.