You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
– Khalil Gibran
This was the weekend we got our Christmas decorations up, hooray! Poor Betsy was sick on the way to the garden centre in the morning, but she was still very keen on getting our tree. She had brought along our star so she could measure and make sure it fit whichever tree we chose.
I wasn’t sure what Arthur would make of all of this. He is that age where he just wants to be everywhere and touch everything, but he has been very non-plussed about the tree and the decorations on general. Lights left on the ground ready put up are another are another matter all together!
I fully suspect that little hands (and paws too, probably) will explore the tree at some point though.