It's not even December 1st, and we've put up the Christmas tree. Quite a feat for a family where there's always a mad rush on Christmas Eve to get last minute gifts. But we promised Devlin the tree would get decorated after the Santa Claus parade. We saw the big jolly fellow in red on the weekend. All the other homes on our block are decorated. Can't risk looking like the Grinch. So, after dinner, we went about putting up the tired looking tree and tried to decorate.
I know we've always put up a tree every Christmas, but I can't ever remember it being such a challenge as this year. Between over-eager hands and shortening parental tempers, there were a few breakages. But the most troublesome factor was Aisling. Every ornament that went up was touched and pulled off. The breakable ornaments went way up on the tree, out of her reach. (Tree looks top-heavy.) The plastic ornaments bounced on the floors really well, much to Aisling's delight who clapped with glee. After chasing one too many ornaments across the floor, we decided to leave off a third of our ornaments. Thinking back, I should have predicted this. It was the lure of the ornaments last Christmas that got our little baby crawling - towards the tree - and reaching up to bat at the ornaments, much like a cat!
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