And so this is Christmas.
My attempt at holiday decor after years of
simply leaving it up to my Mother to
provide the glitz and the beauty.
With nosy cats in the house, a traditional tree isn't
practical if ornaments are to survive the season.
A branch and a few baubles will have to do.
The space atop my Oma's old bookcase had to be filled,
leaving no room for over-fed felines to lunge
their way to decor destruction.
It is not a fool-proof plan. But it survived it's first night.
Fingers are crossed. Expectations are low.
Onward and forward, ho-ho-ho.