What's that you say, mom? It's time to take this tree thing down? You took all the dangly things off. I really didn't play that much with them this year.
Without all that stuff you had under this tree, I can get close enough to sniff and, maybe, to nibble.
What do you mean, stop that? I didn't eat it. I just tasted.
Fine, I bet I can play with the branches. They are fuzzy, like some of my toys.
Now what? You don't like me doing that, either? Sheesh. I can't have any fun. Fine. I'll just lie down then.
I like this tree skirt thing. It's soft and it has some really nice smells on it.
Mom finally took this tree thing down over the weekend. I was kind of sad but it means I got my spot on the table back. I kind of wish mom would have left the skirt thingee for me to lie on but she said it needed to go back into the box. Oh well. There's always next Christmas.