Thursday, November 29, 2012

"Can't You Even Tell a Good Tree From a Poor Tree?"

We put up our tree this week. Don't get too excited, it's just a tiny, fake, pre-lit tree that's small enough for me to carry up the stairs to the attic all by myself. We're going to be in Oklahoma for Christmas this year (which is so exciting!), so as much as it pains me to have a half-assed Christmas tree (which is so pitiful!), it's the only sensible thing to do.

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... ornaments at all here.

But someone has left their balled-up, dirty socks here.

Morning Adoration

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."

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