We have set up our Christmas Tree yesterday, but didn’t fully decorate it yet. Anna was very excited, and was not fazed at all that our tree came in pieces from a box in the garage and not from the forest as described in her books. We bought it last year, and I am still impressed how natural it looks, even from up close. Instead we spent some time decorating the house and playing “find the turtle” game – Anna’s favorite. It was like a day after a storm – Anna was in a great mood and trying hard to “be a good girl”. In the evening we colored Christmas Cat page from Activity Village Calendar (Anna was more interested in signing her name and attempting to write the word “cat”), and she made up the story about a Christmas Cat. I was struggling to write it down, because she was going so quickly:
Once there was a cat. He lived with a daughter, a son, a mother and a father who cared for him. Then Christmas came. They took the cat outside and dressed him in a red jacket with a hood and… how do you name them? – openings for his paws. And they called him Christmas Cat. And now he is always Christmas Cat. And then the witch came and the wind blew, and the witch broke into pieces. Mama, draw me bones and muscles, please – many-many bones, and the bone where the brain is, and I will draw muscles.
The book of the day was Jingle Bells. The story is pretty neat and beautifully illustrated. Some of the parts were a little over Anna’s head – a naughty cat leaves Santa a message over mice’s stockings saying that they are gone for Christmas, and therefore their stockings are empty in the morning. In the end the mice with some help from a wise old rat deliver very clever revenge. Again, this is one of the books that all ages will find interesting to read.