Since Denny arrived we haven't had a Christmas tree put up. Now, that he'll turn three years old in February, we thought he'd matured enough, that we could have one without a major disaster. DD and I schlepped the tree out of the cool room in the basement, as well as boxes of decoration. And Voila! Here it is!
I LOVE it! I made that tree skirt ages ago, in lovely patchwork fashion.
The Whities were spooked for a day or two, kept their distance, ran by real fast like. Especially when the lights were on. Waaaah, what huge beast from hell is this? By now Maggie is comfortable enough to throw up right under the tree, what progress!
It took Denny maybe five minutes to get used to it though. He invented a new game, by nudging the decoration on the tree with his nose rather forcefully, so they either fell down on the floor and bounced away, or it made the whole tree jiggle and wiggle, and I swear I could hear Denny giggle. He liked it so much, that he did it again and again.
He only found one ornament hook, which escaped my clean up. I couldn't figure out what he was chewing, but he gave it up rather easily for licking a finger tipped in cafe late.
I think if it wasn't for DD I would not have decorated this year either, but now I'm so glad we did. We even got the Christmas CD's from storage.
Where's Denny? Can you spot him?
By the way, I LOVE gift bags. Some of them are so beautiful, I wouldn't care if nothing were in them, just for the joy of looking at them. (Hehe, I know I'm easy to please.)
Wishing you all a peaceful Advent Sunday!
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