I put my Christmas tree up yesterday afternoon. I had Christmas music playing and lovingly decorated the tree reminiscing over where this ornament or that ornament came from. Spent yesterday evening with all the lights in the house off so I could admire the beauty of my tree. Of course, everytime difficult child walks into a room every light goes on and I had to follow her around and turn them back off. She doesn't seem to realize that after you flip the switch on, it is capable of being switched off. I got up this morning and found in the hall a glass bulb in about 15 pieces. I proceed to the living room where I find 4 more bulbs on the floor - thankfully in one piece - all missing hooks except for one and the cranberry garland dangling from the tree. I rehang the garland and the bulb with the hook and search the tree fruitlessly for the tops to the other bulbs. They are now decorating my table. The shutters along the window in front of the tree were dangling off the windowsill. That tells me that the cat climbed the shutters then leaped from them into the tree. I turn around to check my other decorations and find the santa and a candle knocked over and the sleigh full of christmas bulbs had been emptied of it's contents. I can only imagine how much fun baby Abbey (the kitty) was having last night. She probably had the best time chasing that bulb all over the house until it finally smashed into the baseboard and shattered. How disappointing that must have been for her. So, I'm going to take a 'before' picture of the tree so I can at least remember what it looked like in the first 24 hours. Then, I'm off to the store to buy more kitty toys in the delusional hope that it will deter Abbey from the tree. Tis the season!