We put up our Christmas tree the weekend after Thanksgiving. We went to this little tree lot by the side of the highway in town. It was classis Yuletide -- families with small children, people traipsing around on pine needles, measuring sticks in hand, looking for the perfect tree. I insisted on patronizing this local, family owned, cute tree farm rather than mega-Home Depot, over Dave's vocal protestations. Why did I insist? well, because apparently I had money to burn. This will be our last tree for the next 3 years, because we have exhausted our Christmas tree fund.
Cleo was interested in our fancy tree. She thought it may be tasty.
She decided it was better to just pose prettily in front of it. Well, as prettily as Cleo can.