Yesterday Vince and I put up the Christmas tree and I say that and laugh because it’s not a live tree and it’s pre-lit. I was telling Vince that when I was a kid, we’d go out in the woods behind our house and choose the perfect Christmas tree. Knowing it would have huge bare spots when we brought it out away from the other trees, my dad would cut down a second tree. Don’t think we were being wasteful. The trees in there were growing too close together and before I ever got out of school, they came in and cut them all down and put in a subdivision.
Dad would cut limbs off the extra tree and nail them to the real tree and sooner or later, we had a tree that mom agreed we could use. Then we strung the lights on it, hung all the balls, hung everything on it that halfway resembled Christmas and thought we had the most beautiful tree in the world.
We got the tree up and Vince even commented that we made a good choice. We have a skirt and I put it out after we took the picture. I’m hoping Addie can come this weekend and help us decorate the tree.
The problem .. and now I’m remembering another reason why a cat in the house is a problem. Boots has been so mesmerized by the Christmas lights across the street, we couldn’t wait for him to see our tree. What do you think he did? Tried to eat the tree! We took him back to the sewing room. Later, I put the gate up at the top of the stairs. Vince was downstairs watching the game and Boots came up the stairs, looked at the tree, looked at the gate, tried to figure out what to do and went back downstairs. About 10 minutes later, he came running up the stairs, sailed over the gate and attacked the Christmas tree. Back to the sewing room . . where he may have to stay til after Christmas!
Vince took my spray bottle and added Clorox to it to clean something outside so I need to find another one and see if misting him will keep him away from the tree.