Why I started this blog!

I was told that I needed to tell the story that became the reason it was suggested I start a blog.

But first...let's get ourselves in the christmas spirit:

"Just here those sleigh bells ringling, and ting-ting-tingling too, come on it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you! The snow is falling and friends are calling, come on its lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you!"

Now that we are in the Christmas spirit, I can tell my christmas story!

All of the one's I have heard so far are lovely and exciting and romantic....mine would be like that...except mine is a HORROR story!

This will be mine and Jeremy's second Christmas in our house. This is the last Christmas he and I will have just the two of us, because our baby will be here by next Christmas. I saved up my money for months so that I could buy a 7 foot Douglas Fir Christmas tree that I had been wanting since LAST Christmas. I prefer artificial trees due to my animals, and this one was absolutely lovely.

The day after Thanksgiving, Jeremy and I put up the tree. Everything was fine...the cats sniffed at it, Bjourne's tail abused it, but the branches fell out and the tree looked great. We decided to be brave and add the garland since the lights were already on it. Everything was fine. I was starting to feel safe in the fact that I had precious cats that understood the unspoken rule of murder if they laid one paw on a branch. We proceeded to decorate it with the pretty glitter decorations and the tinsel, and the tree looked beautiful!

I returned from work on Monday and to my horror noticed that the tree looked like an AK-47 had been shot into it. I gave the evil eye to all of my cats but none of them even hinted that they were the guilty party. I fixed the tree and replaced the ornaments, rearranged the skirt and moved on with my night.

Tuesday night, after Jeremy and I had repaired the earlier damage of the day, I settled down to admire the tree. All of a sudden, there came a crash, and an orange little dart shot into the middle of the tree, sending ornaments in every direction! The poor tree shuddered as Muff made his way to the top, furiously ripping down ornmanets and throwing tinsel! I have never seen anything like it! It was as if this three pound ball of fur had something against Christmas! I shouted at him and managed to pull him out of the middle of the tree by the scruff of his neck and looked at him. His eyes looked at me as if he was sad he had been captured. I explained that the tree was not his personal jungle gym, but it was to no avail. Through tears, I picked up the ornaments and tried to convince Jeremy that it was not because I am pregnant and hormonal, but because it was devestating to see something hate Christmas so much! I decided to go and take a bath, and let Jeremy fix the damage. As I was preparing my bath, I heard him lecturing little Muff about my great-grandmother's snowflake ornaments. The same lecture I had given him just days before...."...and do you know how hard Granny slaved over these ornaments? How she clicked her hands to the bones crocheting these ornaments? The least you could do is give her memory some honor, and leave these ornaments alone!" Of course, my lecture didn't involve leaving them alone, but helping me put them on the tree.

I am sure that tonight when I return home from my grueling day at work, I will fine my masterpiece in shambles. Hopefully, this story will have a happy ending....or maybe I will down a few cats!

Until then, I fervently count down the days until I can take it down!