Christmas trees are my favorite thing about Christmas. I like to get them early and leave them up until MLK day, if possible.
Last year, I was very ill at Christmas, so ill that the only affectation of Christmas was a lit tree, sans ornaments.
This year, I decided to forego picking out a tree in person, opting to buy one online. I made the purchase on the 4th, sad that the delivery date was set for the 10th.
And then I was even sadder, because the 10th came and went. UPS couldn’t track the tree; they’d never gotten it.
As the days went by, I lost hope. I called the company and asked if the tree was really coming. The woman’s response was a simple, “I think I should give you a refund.”
So I went to get my tree in person after all.
We didn’t put up fragile ornaments, because of Snowball.
That was a good decision, because she LOVES the tree. She loves running around it, biting it, jumping on it, deciding which ornaments shouldn’t be on it anymore, and working to bring them down.
Then, a few days before Christmas, when my original tree unexpectedly appeared, we put it on the small patio for her and decorated it with her ribbons and toys.
Thoth also likes it, but Snowball LOVES it.
