Later I’ll be able to show you the craft I’ve been working on over Thanksgiving, but since it’s a Christmas gift for someone who occasionally peeks at this blog, I’m going to skip over it for now. I’ll tell you about our new Christmas tree instead.
Our old Christmas tree served us well for years, but it was time for a new one. I grew up with a fake tree and can’t wrap my mind around the idea of a live (well, dying) tree, so I grabbed my Teen and we were off to find a new one. I asked my younger daughter if she had any requests before we left. She said yes, she’d like a white tree. I rolled my eyes, kissed her forehead and we were off.
White. Riiiiiight.
Then we got to Target and all of the green trees looked … well, FAKE. Not that the white trees looked more real, but they certainly weren’t trying to be something they weren’t. And the multicolored ornaments (which we already had) really popped against the white. White it was. My husband wasn’t thrilled but has grudgingly admitted it’s growing on him.
Kitten inspected the new tree …
And found it delicious.
Well, at least some things never change.
