We decided this year to have a full-size cut tree. In the past we’ve had a variety of small potted trees because we feel bad about killing a tree. Unfortunately, what tends to happen is that the tree still dies, it just suffers a lot longer. Or it turns into a mutant, like Newton (who is still alive and kicking, sort of) so we decided to get a big tree this year.

After nearly three hours, all of the decorations are still on the tree… the cats are either showing admirable restraint or biding their time. Probably the latter — we expect some thing to go bump (or at least tinkle, clunk, or crash) in the night.