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Christmas Shots

Daughter #2 took this picture of our Christmas tree and its reflection in the window. Since I will spend today making cookies and fudge, I thought it would be appropriate to show an image that depicts the spirit of the day.

This is Tiger sitting beneath the tree.

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dive said…
Ahh … Tigger is so CUTE!

You really are getting into the spirit now, aren't you, Robyn.
have a lovely day trying not to eat cookie dough and fudge … Mmmmmm.

That particular corner of your tree looks beautiful. I dare say the rest follows suit.

I'm glad you haven't made this a photo scavenge subject as I don't decorate (and no longer have a cat). Instead, I have posted some porn for the boys.
9:12 AM
Scout said…
I'll see if I can get a full-tree shot this evening when the lights are all twinkly. I have to confess to have an artificual tree, which was a difficult decision to make a few years ago. But I couldn't find a live tree big enough for the room. I need one that is about nine feet high, and to chop down a real one that size just doesn't seem right, and they're hard to come by.
9:22 AM
Sassy Sundry said…
You kitty is so cute, Robyn. And your tree is lovely. Have fun making goodies, and don't forget to eat some. You can feel better later!
9:34 AM
dive said…
Drat this time difference (again).
I'm now off to bed with a sexy book (Alexis de Tocqueville's "Democracy In America" in a slinky leather binding), so I'll miss the promised full frontal shot of your lovely tree.

I'll look forward to gazing at it while I have my breakfast tomorrow, so please don't forget to post it.
4:39 PM
Old Knudsen said…
its like one of them magic eye pictures, I couldn't see the cat. I thought Dive and Sassy were on the pot or something.
12:17 AM
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