Not a good idea.
Someone took the tinsel. It wasn’t the dog. It wasn't the rabbit.
A small Child took the tinsel from our tree. It had looked so pretty. The shimmering, glittering plastic was just too enticing to resist.
When I came home one evening, there it was, scattered all over the kitchen, dining area and living room.
Everywhere. Like leftover sparkles from a fireworks explosion.
“What happened?!” I yelled. “Why is there tinsel all over the house!?”
The culprit was ratted out easily, with laughter. “Small One decorated the dog for Christmas.”
The dog? I guess that's understandable. I mean, kids decorate their bikes for parades...
“Is that all?”
“No. You should have seen the inside of the dishwasher. She decorated that for Christmas, too.”
Maybe we should stick to one holiday at a time.