I love the Christmas tree. I mean, it just SMELLS like EVERYTHING.

Okay, I really don’t spend much time smelling it, I just like to eat it. I don’t understand why my mom won’t let me just chew on it and love it and be with it, though. She always snaps at me when I’m chewing, but I don’t care much.

She said something today about taking it down and me ruining the spirit of Christmas, and I hope she doesn’t do that. It’s sparkly and delicious.