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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.

Comments

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.
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.
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!
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.
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.

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