Jingle Bells

Mom and I left the city yesterday to come home to PA for something Mom has called Christmas. It has something to do with the tree in our apartment and some little tike named Jesus, but beyond that I don't have a clue only that Mom thinks I am going to be "pooped" afterwards.

Mom, Mutti and Poppa-Dino all got showers and dressed in their fancy attire because they were going to "Church". I didn't understand why I couldn't come along, especially when The Nelsons showed up and I knew that Caroline was going to be there. I love that sweet little girl. she loves to give me hugs and pet my back very gently. What a wonderful cousin.

They all left and I got busy figuring out which ornament I should eat off the tree. once I had my target picked out I decided to take a nap so I could save my strength to devour it later.

After about an hour everyone returned home! yay! But they all seemed busy - hustling back and forth cooking and gathering up parcels. I realized right then and there they were going OUT! WITHOUT ME! People? Don't you realize nothing can be fun unless I am along? They were setting themselves up for a boring night.

Once they left, I took to figuring out the height and angle of the perfect jump that would allow me to reach that pre-determined ornament. I made some calculations, missed a couple times, but eventually got that lil' bugger down. Since I figured I would have about four hours to complete my mission before I was found out, I took my time perfecting my leap, then enjoyed thoroughly ripping the ornament (a handmade "toy box" with a fuzzy bear inside) to shreds and littering it all over the kitchen and family room. I figured if I spread out the evidence, it would be that much harder to pin the crime on me! HA!

After all the hard work, I settled down for a nap and waited for Mom to get home.