We FINALLY got our tree up this weekend! Hooray! I don't think we've ever done it so late in the season, but our schedule has been so hairy lately, we just weren't able to squeeze it in until now.
Charlene ran off when we drug the big green beast through the front door, but Wylla stayed close to examine every step of the process.
Once the tree was in place, each branch within Wylla's reach had to be sniffed, and then she whined to be picked up so we could help her reach the higher tiers.
When I brought the many boxes of holiday decor from the basement, Charlene returned to the living room and enjoyed sitting in the box lids and rustling in the tissue paper with Wylla. Both were mesmerized as the tree was wrapped with lights and the shiny, sparkly things were hung.
And when it was all done, they sat there squinting their eyes at the lights for a bit, then Charlene jumped up on the windowsill, and Wylla curled up beneath the tree.
Because the tree is in the window, the pink chairs had to be moved, and Charlene's not too happy about losing favorite napping spot.
Don't worry, Bean, it's only temporary. This holiday season is going to be a short one this year.