The funny thing is that the girls don't even realize that this is an embarrassment of a Christmas tree. They are STOKED about this tree. They are full of glee over this little bottle-brush of green plastic that is barely taller than they are. They are so thrilled by it that we mostly just let them decorate it themselves.
|Kate is pretending to be a sleeping cat under the tree.|
|You can just barely see Kate "sleeping" underneath.|
They have spent the last few days applying and then rearranging the ornaments. They sit and bask in it's feeble glow, admiring their handiwork. Every morning they come downstairs and demand that we plug in the lights so they can worship it for a few minutes before breakfast.
|Lots of ornaments here...|
|...lots of ornaments here...|
|...no ornaments at all here.|
|But someone has left their balled-up, dirty socks here.|
As Linus says, "I never thought it was such a bad little tree. It's not bad at all really. Maybe it just needs a little love."