Trimming the tree and fa-la-la-la

Last year I didn't even bother putting up a Christmas tree.  The year prior, kitties decided that knocking ornaments off and destroying them was a far better idea than just admiring them as they dangled from the twinkling branches. 


With twenty more days before the mythical fat-man descends from his toy shop in the frozen tundra of the North Pole, I figured my weekend off could be spent trying to turn our domicile into a place of festive lights and adornment.  The tree will likely be left out another year.  Our cats may be older, but they are still creatures of nature with an inclination to climb and toy with anything that wiggles. So, with Mancub's small collection of nutcrackers displayed, I think we can make a go of putting forth the image that the Christmas spirit is alive and well at Casa Marissa. I'll string lights where the cats can't bother them, as well as, garland around the tops of the windows.  Majestic? Not hardly.

I know for certain that my one wish for this Christmas won't materialize, but I'm determined not to let the news deter me from having a joyful season with my son.

So, with Bing Crosby crooning the tunes of the season, I'm off to Dasher and Comet ....

Comments

  1. CatDecember 5, 2009 at 12:33 PM

    Hi Mancub,

    I have a collection of NUTCRACKERS too. My family has been giving them to me as gifts over the years. I think I have about 30 or so by now -- most of them are MEN >> SOLDIERS & KINGS -- I have only one female -- A BEER DRINKING GIRL & one animal -- THE WHITE RABBIT FROM ALICE IN WONDERLAND. I keep them proudly displayed in a china cabinet & I love them all!

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