Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree

I put the Christmas tree up. I'm not sure who is more excited about it, Jamie or the cats. I think maybe the cats. They keep playing in it, much to my dismay. Ornaments are flying all over my house. Last night one of the cats got so tangled in the Christmas lights that I was afraid we would have to cut them to get him out. Usually, I would have done it without much thought, but this tree is pre-lit and would permanently destroy our tree. We managed to twist the cat until we could dislodge him from the lights. I'm just glad he got them wrapped around his rear. If it had been his neck we would have been forced to ruin the tree. After we got the little booger untangled he went right back to his mission of destroying the tree. I wish I had some way of keeping the cats out of our living room.

We decorated the tree with garland made from pipe cleaners and there's lots of little salt dough ornaments. I also put the usual balls and trinket ornaments. I put an old star on top. It was one that my grandmother had. I have no idea how old it is, but it's probably older than I am. Putting up the star was a challenge. I finally accomplished the feat with pipe cleaners.

I always put apples on the tree as a throwback from my own childhood. When I was little my favorite book was Johnny Appleseed. For the first few years that I could talk, I called the Christmas tree my apple tree. I was delighted when Jamie saw the tree and the first thing he exclaimed was, "Look at the apples!" I need to find that book. I can't believe I've never told him the story of Johnny Appleseed.