Saw my mom Sunday and for the first time in several years she’d put up a tree. Just a small 3-footer that she sets on a table in the living room but it looked great, the way she’d decorated, the colors, etc.
I always had a similar little tree I’d put up as well, until a certain black-furred creature moved in four years ago and decided it was his climbing/exercise gym. After coming home for about the fourth time to see it lying in the floor and ornaments everywhere (and being used as soccer balls), I decided I can be tree-less. I just hang a small wreath on the door now.
He is mellowing and losing some of that “kitten energy/curiosity” he had those first couple of years, so I may try again at some point and see how it goes.
“Are you gonna let me put up a tree this year, Sir Edmund Hillary?”