We got a table-size Christmas tree this year (you may remember 'Spike' from an earlier post), wishing to avoid constantly fishing a wet and delighted Max out of the tree-water receptacle, or deperching a sap-covered and delighted Max from the top of a freshly climbed Christmas tree. My parents, however, opted for the full-size variety, and Max had his first interaction with it on Sunday. For most of the day, he ignored the tree completely. This led me to feelings of great bitterness and betrayal, since I had deprived myself (and my cats) of a giant tree with the understanding that Max would be certain to abuse it. However, I comfort myself with the idea that if Max were exposed to a large and accessible tree in his own home, with no Granny or Gramps to entertain him all day within an inch of his very life, he would show greater interest in it than he did on Sunday. At the very end of the day, Max did become intrigued by the lights and ornaments. He carefully rearranged several decorations for his grandparents.
Some ornaments didn't make the cut, and had to be flung dramatically to the ground. Best of all, I took the opportunity, while my parents were distracted by Max's tree petting, to conceal Santa Bell amongst the many Christmas decorations in my parents' house. That's my interpretation of the Christmas Spirit!