A Colourful Christmas

“Honey, let’s put up the Christmas tree,” I heard Mom say.
“Good idea,” smiled Dad. He disappeared into the attic and returned with a box with a picture of a tree on the front. He pulled a small tree from the box.

Mom and Dad made it stand in the corner of the lounge. They covered it in colourful decorations. I nudged it slightly. A bell fell off the branch. I chased after it before anyone could get to it. ‘It makes the most–beautiful sound,’ I noticed.

“It’s the little things in life that count, isn’t it?” joked Mom. I looked at her lovingly and carried on playing with my bell.

‘Look at that beautiful light!’ I thought. ‘There’s another! There are lights everywhere!’ I did a happy dance. ‘I believe Mom and Dad feel cheerful too. They are smiling more. There is music playing about sleighs, jingle bells, and something about a boy playing a drum. I like it.’

Mom went into the kitchen. ‘I hope she is getting me a treat! I’m hungry.’

‘The thing I believe is the best of all is the fluffy blue stuff Mom put on the tree.’ I crept closer to get a better view. ‘It feels tingly and is fun to push around. I wonder if I can eat it.‘ I grabbed some and started chewing… slowly at first. ‘I’m not sure about the texture. It’s not quite what I expected, but it is fun to chew, nonetheless. Oh no, Mom’s looking. She won’t like this.‘ I chewed faster. ‘She saw me. She is running towards me at a scary speed.‘ I swallowed.

“You can’t eat the tinsel!” exclaimed Mom. “We will have no decorations left if you carry on like this! Honey, we will need to make a plan with the Christmas tree!“

“Meow,” I said.