1 This isn't really bad, but it's funny. My first Christmas away from home. Mom bought me one of those 4ft artificial trees that you fold down the branches on one by one.
Many of you also know about my very large black cat...So, I'm sitting there, patiently folding down each of the branches and fluffing out the needles. I'm almost done, about 6 inches from the top. Now, I tend to shut out the rest of the world when I'm concentrating on something.
Perhaps if I hadn't, this next part wouldn't have been such a surprise. Suddenly, Shadow can't take it anymore. He attacks the tree.At his size he ends up crushing all the branches I have so painstakingly placed and fluffed.
And it happened so fast that one minute I'm tending the tree, the next minute Shadow is wrapped around the tree with this savage "I'm gonna get you! " look on his face.(Mental sound effect of Rowrrr!)I spent the rest of that season putting the tree back up. Shadow and Kaji were constantly knocking it over.
I have since learned through trial and error that no fake tree can stand up to the predations of my housecats.So I get a real tree and anchor it well. I also stack the presents on a table instead of under the tree for their own safety.
Every ornament is shaped like a different object. It's really fabulous to see. My youngest son always remembered the trees as being perfect.
When he was old enough, and I had been divorced for a couple of years so his father wasn't around, the older boys didn't want to put on the lights and his step-father didn't care about doing the job. So he decided to take over putting on the lights. In his mind there were many more lights than I had ever put on and they were perfectly spaced all over the tree winding in and out of every little branch.
Believe me, I've never been that kind of perfectionist. He took over the lights and began putting them on one Saturday morning. The application of the lights took hours and hours and then extended over days.
He bought more and more lights and it was never enough. This went on for almost a week and it became painful to watch. Everyone offered to pitch in and help finish the job but he wouldn't let anyone near it.
I just watched in horror as the tree wasn't getting finished and his temper was getting worse and worse. Eventually none of us would dare go into the front room because he would just bark at us. Finally he gave up.
My husband went in and put some lights on the rest of the tree and we finished the decorating. The tree was overly lit for about 2/3 of it and under lit for the rest. The part that my son did was so overly lit that the lights just fried the poor tree.
Every Christmas now the first thing everyone else does is volunteer to do the lights because no one wants him to ever do the lights again.
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