So, my parents gifted us this GIANT 9ft artificial tree when we moved. It is beautiful. It is big. The star doesn't really quite fit. I don't care. It's fine.
We had to make a gate to keep Miriam out, but it utterly and completely fails at keeping the cats out. The Christmas tree is basically the most wonderful gift we've ever given them. It drives me crazy to yank that fat butt Jules out from halfway up the tree.
But it's decorated, and it's gated, and we had minimal breakage (although a full box of decorations seems to be MIA, gotta love moving) and we had delicious hot chocolate and snack cake sit down, and Christmas is officially here. Oh, and we had to watch Elf because that's a requirement.