Consider 'Em Decked

The halls, that is.  As decked as they are getting this year anyway.  And I'm happy as a lark to cross something off that damn to-do list.
 
We are traveling home this coming weekend for Thanksgiving so I wanted to get all that decorating crap done and out of the way before the real holiday rush hits in December.  And besides, I was excited to see Punky's reaction to the tree this year.  She loves it, but I think we'll have to set our sights a little higher/bigger next year.  Our four-foot table top tree will seem less and less impressive the bigger she gets.

Right now for us it is simply a space issue.  We have no room to store huge boxes of tree branches and decorations.  Without a basement, attic, or garage, we are severly limited in how much hall decking we can do...or else we would need to leave it displayed all year for lack of a place to put it.

Anyway, our little tree will serve the purpose again this year.  Punky can just reach the very bottom branches...and for how often she tugs them, it's really a good thing we don't have a full-size tree.  One time I caught her standing on her tippy-toes, stretching as high as she could to reach a glass ball with her fingertips, and batting it around like a cat with a mouse. 

Punky learned early on that balls...bounce.  So far I haven't had much luck trying to reverse that mindset when it comes to glass ornaments.  I've explained it to the best of my abilities, multiple times, but I know she'd whiz one across the room to test my theory if given the opportunity.  Needless to say, all of our antique, blown glass balls will remain safely displayed in a bowl this year.  The tree is sporting dime-a-dozen cheapies, but I still don't want them smashed all over the living room.

She seems to have caught on rather quickly to the concept of Santa.  She recognizes him and understands that he brings new toys to good girls and boys.  We are going to attempt a picture with Santa next weekend so I've been trying to make her as comfortable with the idea as I can.  She seems genuinely excited that Santa will be coming to her house with presents.  Poor kid, this next month will seem like an eternity I'm sure.