It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas...

The annual Christmas Tree debate usually starts in my head sometime around Halloween.  I just love the Christmas Tree if I could float it past the husband that sucker would stay up every day of the year.  I love the lights. I love the garland. I love that the tree sucks up that empty corner of the living room that I haven't decorated in the four years we've lived in this house.

I have a basement full of ornaments that would fill more than the one tree that we set up and so I have to plan out our decorating and this year I decided old school was the way to go.  My mother, for many years gave me Christopher Radko ornaments as part of my Christmas gifts. Now if you are familiar with Radko ornaments you know that they are hand blown glass.  If you are familiar with me you know that I have had a herd of cats for the last two decades and let me just say Cats + Glass = Bad. 

This year, I have had a change of heart, life is too short to keep all your beautiful things in a box in the basement for "someday" plus the one cat we have is really mellow for the most part. 

So I hauled the tree out of the basement.

Now every good construction site needs a foreman and Arthur is just the cat the job.  See we came to an understanding I put half the tree up and gave him five minutes to climb around it then I was able to continue with my project.

Check, everything is to code.

Here are some the ornaments we are featuring this year.  This is one that actually isn't a Radko, it was picked out by The Boy when he was three years old.  There are intense negotiations as to wether it's mine or his, but possession is 9/10ths of the law and the tree is mine...or Arthur's I'm not sure which.

This one is one is in honor of my favorite Christmas Album.  The Muppets and John Denver Christmas. Go ahead snicker I can wait.

This one might actually belong to The Boy because it showed up the same year he was going through his train phase: 

This one is called Sugar Shack Extravaganza.  Mom was especially giddy to get me this one because it was a limited edition.  It's number 51 of 5000, just like mom.  Just kidding.  She found it at Neiman Marcus, because who doesn't buy their ornaments at NM.  

So anyway, when you put it all together, heres what you end up with:

Not bad considering my assistant was a cat.  Merry Christmas!