I unpacked my four strands of lights with baited breath until I was triumphantly able to declare victory. Apparently, I was able to resist balling the lights up and shoving them into their boxes last year. I carefully rolled them, folded them once, and slipped them into their boxes. What a relief.
After I laid them out on the floor, I realized that I have three different styles of lights: two "traditional" sets, one set with nubby, little bulbs, and one set of little crystal-like globes. I really like the globe ones, but I am promising to have restraint. I won't replace the traditional lights until they break. Even if I see the globes on sale for 75% off on December 26th.
Baxter is always totally confused when the tree arrives and wanders around with his ears folded against his head, trying to figure out if he should investigate or retreat. The folded ears thing happens when he's either deliriously happy and relaxed or worried. Eyebrow placement usually clues us in to which way he feeling (and the amount of kisses we get).
I slipped these antlers on him for just a moment...a moment he clearly felt was akin to torture.
Here's our in-progress tree. Amazingly, I am not allowed to put any ornaments on it. Marc is adamant that each ornament must have the ability to hang freely. In past years, he has moved ornaments I've placed almost immediately.
Please remember that the bottom 1/3 of the tree must be wag-safe. No precious ornaments can be down there in case Baxter comes and swishes the tree with his tail. I'm keeping it real here, people.
I haven't put any beads or ribbons on the tree yet. I'm still deciding what I want to do about that. I usually drape a few strands of silver beads around the tree and then top it off with a few, large pieces of light blue, gauzy ribbon. Maybe I'll try to get that done tonight.
Come on back tomorrow for more...