DH and I picked out our Christmas tree. It was the best of the remaining seven trees on the lot. DH couldn't understand why there were so few trees and I had to tell him that most people already have theirs set up in their livingrooms and decorated by now.



We decorated it last night. As children will be, for the most part, absent this Christmas we used the newest, shiniest and prettiest balls. Also, as it was Peaches and not Angel who considered tinsel to be shiny spaghetti we were able to put it all over the tree and not just the top two thirds. The tree looks splendid in the evening with all the tree lights on.



But what's this under the left side of the tree? Why it's Angel who believes we have a Winter celebration just for her. She has already claimed our tree.



Angel let the devil out during the night and we woke up to cat barf encased tinsel and one downed reindeer.



We were very surprised that all the balls were still on the tree, including the non-breakable ornaments we hung near the bottom for her amusement. I wonder what trouble she'll get into tonight.