Many of you on this blog are familiar with our cat, Jasper. He's 21 pounds of cat fat surrounded by a very cushy striped coat. He's very friendly, his favorite game is "bite", which he learned as a young kitten, and overall he's a good cat.....except during the Christmas season.
Our Christmas tree was assembled and decorated on Thanksgiving day. It's a lovely tree, eight feet tall, nice and full, and covered with ornaments that have been collected over the years. We have baby shoes, kid pictures, ornaments from all over the country/world (depending on where we were stationed) and the usual ornaments handmade by the children during their elementary school years. Generally a very eclectic collection and we love them all. Jasper especially loves them.
On the morning after Thanksgiving, the lower string of lights on one side of the tree was on the floor, along with several ornaments, and the tree skirt, which is really just a white bed sheet, was ripped away from the trunk and wadded up into a heap. Jasper was sitting nearby admiring his handiwork.
Every morning since, there have been ornaments strewn around the room. This year the preferred toys are the small, embroidered felt stockings that are hanging on the lower branches. The bright, shiny red apples that usually get batted around the room were placed a little higher on the tree out of the reach of the cat. They're quite old and can't take a lot of use as soccer balls.
I always enjoy the Christmas tree. It's so pretty when the lights are turned down in the room and the lights on the tree reflect off the shiny ornaments. In the late evening they may also be reflecting off the yellow-green eyes of a fairly large cat, sitting under the tree just waiting to do his mischief.