Although this picture was taken over a week ago, I'm still thinking about how sad this was. I miss my tree. I miss my little train. I miss my ribbons and paper scraps. But mostly I miss my tree.
Every year I perform a protest sit-in when they get out the boxes to start putting it all away. But every year they just say "oh look at the cat" and take my picture (again) then pick me up and take me out of the box...and fill them all up and put them away.
I can dream about it though...my tree, my white furry tree skirt...I'll get it all back next year.