So the "Hanging of the Greens" ensued at our apartment last night. Actually- it ensued after our child in fur and whiskers- Emily Dickinson- decided it might be a good idea to commit suicide. She leapt down the basement stairs howling that catnip made her do it. She has never had catnip. We simply believe that it is in her nature to be inventively insane twenty-four hours a day. She's perfectly fine... just disgruntled that we didn't allow her to roam the basement unaccompanied.

We found out that we had stockings... but mine is big enough to fit dinosaur fossils in... and Jenn's wouldn't match mine anyway. ;p So we went Christmas shopping for more decorations and stockings... and totally forgot the stockings.

We learned that the Dollar Tree does not believe in tinsel- and that Dollar General does not believe in wreaths... but they believed in enough things to wrap up our apartment with more glitter than anyone could possibly need. :D

So our tree looks splendiferous. It is a mish-mosh of fairies, Disney ornaments, glass birds and Martha Stewart. Our front window has snowflakes and lights sprawled over the frigid glass- which looks MUCH COOLER than any of our neighbors'. Our smaller trees- one in each room (Save for the bathroom. We're not that weird.) is decorated accordingly. ;-; Everything is so shiiiiiny... and spaaaaarkely...

The cats, of course, agree. We have rescued our precocious children from the limbs countlesss times already, before we banished them to the library- and then the bedroom.

Emily is like all "wow" about everything. She likes tinsel! And she likes ornaments! And ohmygodmommyandmummyilovethetreethankyouverymuchfordecoratingitforme.

Happy Yule. :D