“Okay. It’s Christmas time, and this is the way it’s going to be,” she said, sitting on the floor, leaning against the big, over stuffed chair. “The tree is up.”
Trixi, the dog and Mittens, the cat, stared at her.
“No one climbs the tree. That means you, Mittens. No. Climbing. The. Tree. Do you understand? We do NOT want a repeat of last year. No knocking down the tree, No braking the ornaments, no eating tinsel. No anything. As for you Trixi, Please, do not sleep on the gifts, or chew on the lower branches. It’s a plastic tree. You WILL get sick and throw up…again. Do not tear the paper off the boxes, and I’m talking to you Mittens.”
Mittens was focused on the new ornament near the top of the tree and the dog smelled food in one of the boxes.
“Are you two even listening to me?”
“I hate to interrupt,” he said, “but no, they are not listening to you. We should put the tree in the bedroom and keep the door shut.”
“What kind of Christmas would that be?” she said, covering her face with her hands. “There has to be a way to do this.”
“To answer your question…it would be a Christmas with a tree that made it through the holiday,” he said, but he could see this was a losing battle.
“You talk to them.”
“Mittens is asleep,” he said, looking at the cat who had curled into a ball and was now pretty much unconscious. Trixi, was also nodding off and struggling to keep her eyes open.
“If we put the tree in the bedroom,” she said softly, we’ll have to eat sitting on the bed, or else it won’t be Christmas.”
“While I disagree with that statement, in the strongest way possible, I realize that you believe it to be true,” he sighed. “I don’t really like the idea of eating all of our meals while sitting on the bed.”
“Then talk to them,” she said, once again.
Trixi was now laying on her back. “You know I love you,” he said.
“Then why don’t we just put cat toys on the tree and the dogs bed underneath and let them do whatever they want.”
“What about the lights?”
“I’ll reposition them on the edges and take them down when we’re not home and put them back up when we are.”
The cat, her eyes still closed, snickered quietly. “I knew I’d get them to give me the tree,” she purred. “Silly humans. They never had a chance.”
The dog wasn’t really thinking about anything. Okay, maybe the sock she took from under the basket in the laundry room that morning, but that’s it.
In the end, the glass ornaments were removed from the tree and wrapped in tissue paper. Catnip mice, and fuzzy things, were hung in their place. A few large doggie bones were placed on the bottom branches and the dog bed was slipped underneath the tree.
“We do have to consider our roommates,” he said, putting his arm around her, as they admired the newly decorated tree.
“You’re wrong,” she snickered. “We just have to do whatever the cat want’s us to do.”
“Either way, I don’t have to eat my meals on the bed.”
She started laughing. The cat got up, stretched, climbed the tree and started throwing mice to the floor. The dog grabbed a bone and took it to his bed. Basically, everyone was happy, because almost everyone got what they wanted, well mostly the cat and dog, but we all know that’s just as it should be, right?