I've never seen a cat that loves Christmas as much as Miss Lily here. As soon as any tree goes up, fresh or faux--she's immediately underneath it, curled up and cat-napping. After hanging a few ornaments and trying not to step on her tail because she is literally under foot and will not budge, we paused for hot cocoa, joining Dean Martin crooning, "It's a marshmallow world at Christmas, when the snow comes to cover the ground" . . . for the umteenth time. And I sat down across the room with my feet up, warm cup in hand, to admire our pretty scene--and I caught Lily gazing up from her vantage point underneath the tree, like a small child in awesome wonder. It was so cute. I grabbed my camera, but by then she had stretched back out and was lost in dreamland. With candy canes and sugar plums dancing in her head. Naturally!