When I was a child, we decorated our Christmas tree on Christmas Eve. This morning, I thought about all the "traditions" associated with our tree. Inevitably, a cat would climb the tree. That's why my father always wired it to the wall. That tree was not going to topple just because a well-fed cat had the urge to climb!
We had one cat, George, who liked to sleep in the manger. I always arranged the nativity scene below the tree "just so." It lasted a few hours - maybe - until George arrived to place his little head in the barn, figurines scattered everywhere. "Take that wise men and camels! Cats have first dibs!"
Do animals play a part in your Christmas traditions and memories?
I will be "back" later today, after I deliver Christmas presents to my friends.