We slaughtered our tree for the season. I think we found a good one.
This was Pea’s first experience with snow-pants and boots. He seemed to find them comical, and repeatedly threw himself down to the ground, as he’s done in places with soft carpeting. Tea kept trying to help him up, which was a comedy of errors.
Mostly, however, Pea was much quieter than usual. I think he was very confused as to the purpose of our tromping around in the cold and then dragging an eight-foot tree back to the car. Once it was put up in the house, however, he seemed to adopt an attitude of “If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em”. He accepted its presence in the living room and very gently helped me hang some ornaments, as if this was an everyday occurrence when he lived in Thailand and he was a pro.
Tea is especially happy, because his train is set up underneath.