Last night we got our Christmas tree. We decided to put it upstairs in our bedroom this year, thinking it might hinder Raisin's consumption of pine needles and ornament hooks. We decorated it while he was fast asleep (dreaming of sugarplums, no doubt).
When he woke up, we brought him to our bed per usual. Then, when we were certain he was looking in the direction of the tree, I plugged in the lights. If he could talk, I imagine he would've said something like, "What the %$#@!" But instead, he just sat there staring in disbelief, saying "Ohhhhhh." We really freaked his freak.
Once the husband figures out the timer, we will have Christmas magic aglow by our bed until 11 p.m. Then, again in the morning at 6: 15 a.m.
It truly is beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
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