Deck the halls.

 Our annual tree-decorating event got bumped to a bit later in the season, owing to a loveable feline we've acquired in the past year.  We set up the tree first, then exercised the power of the squirt gun to deter him from scaling its branches.  After two weeks of training, we risked it and put on the lights and decorations.  They survived.  So did Zags.

 Tim was on one that night and thought it would be super cute to take a number of pictures of my rear end.  I'll spare you the rest.

 Anna, always one to avoid the camera, hid behind our old one.  She and Tim had a great time shooting each other in between ornaments.

                                                              Ta-da!  The tree is trimmed.