More snow fell on
the ground all day, so everybody stayed in the house that night. The family
decided to decorate the Christmas tree, and was that ever a lot of fun.
First they hung
some pretty little lights on the tree, all shiny and blinky. I sat and stared
at them.
What? Huh? I shook my head.
Daddy poured a
whole bagful of cute round balls on the floor, and they rolled all over. Bruce
and I went crazy—chasing them, pouncing on them, batting them away, then
chasing them again. It was great. Mama played with us too.
Ruthie thought it
was funny. She laughed and ran and tossed balls for us. Then Mommy said, “Okay,
that’s enough. Let’s pick them up now.” So we had to stop.
Ornaments came in
many shapes and sizes. There were animals and little houses and people and
foods made out of glass and wood, and my mama said not to touch. Some ornaments
were just pieces of paper, cut and colored on, and Mommy and Daddy talked to
Ruthie and Jake about them.
“Aww, look at this
picture of Santa.”
“You made these
stars in first grade, Jake. I remember when you brought them home.”
“Okay, Dad.”
“Oh, look, Ruthie,
this was the first Christmas ornament you ever made for me. I think you were
three.”
That one just
looked like a wad of paper to me, and I sure would have liked to bat it around
the floor, but Mama said I definitely had to leave it alone.
Then they hung up
some long shiny strings they called icicles. I could have chased those back and
forth for hours, but everybody was getting tired and cranky, so Mama nosed me
and said, “Let’s go lie down somewhere else and leave them alone for a while.”
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