As we enter the final week before the most important holiday on Mamma Biscuitâ€™s calendar, we want to stop, take a deep breath and take in the seasonal scent of pine to relax and calm our anxious nerves. Now we Biscuits are all about a fake tree at the pug palace but that doesnâ€™t mean we havenâ€™t had our fare share of experiences at a Christmas tree nursery during the holiday season! Shoot, I can pick a perfectly-shaped tree blind-folded off 8th avenue any day of the weekâ€”and since I actually take requests from special friends to help decorate their real tree, Iâ€™m afforded the experience of how to handle the lighting and decorating of one.
At any rate, this year, Tommy and I and the Biscuit Lady got caught up in the wreath section of a nursery out in New Jersey while our friends were off strapping their tree to their car. Now doesnâ€™t Mamma look precious framed by all of this pine? She practically defines Christmas hereâ€”and quite frankly, this could be the album art to yet another collection of Bing Crosbyâ€™s Christmas standards on LP.
If memory serves me right, the pine scent on this wreath was so strong that Mamma Biscuitâ€™s snout was on permanent sniff mode! Iâ€™m surprised that her muzzle doesnâ€™t look like a giant blurry spot from all of that nose movement! I guess the next best thing is pine-scented incense for the apartment because there is nothing real about any part of our Christmas display!
The Christmas insanity STARTS NOW!