What a sight to behold this morning when I woke up. My swinging Christmas tree, partially still swinging from its steady perch on high was holding ground (barely). Pine needles strewn all over the carpet and kittens playing in the needles as exuberantly as my grandchildren jump into a pile of leaves in the fall!

I quickly detached the remaining claws of curious kittens still clinging to the remaining limbs, cirque dul soleil performers would be so proud! Hauling out the Dyson caused the kitty acrobats to scatter to the high winds.

The tree has been hauled off now and the Noble Fir has been replaced by Noble Fur critters who seem quite pleased with their early morning performances.

Ode to our Christmas Tree (with apologies to Trad, Farian, Frank..)

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree- yesterday you arrived intact.

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree- how did you survive the midnight attack?

The kittens found you in the night, tore you apart with great delight.

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, it was a playful kitten act

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, your limbs are strewn upon the rug.

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, it was the work of kitty thugs!

But now we haul you to the dump, and leave you in a frozen lump.

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, I?m sorry you were kitty-mugged.

-MA-