My Favorite Holiday Memory (and quite possibly my only)

Besides general euphoria, I've never been able to remember distinct holiday moments. While I can't recall if it had happened on Christmas day, my cat's fateful fifteen-odd foot plunge into our merciful tannenbaum will forever be etched into my memory. I'll just take this opportunity to elaborate on my cats, given that's practically it for the memory. We have two cats, Yoyo and Wynton, named after Yoyo Ma and Wynton Marsalis respectively, as my brother and I play the cello and the trumpet. They, like any sane cats (as you must be very aware of), seem to find comfort in the most precarious places, and can often be found on the outside railings of are small upstairs balcony. Yoyo's unyielding holiday spirit resulted in some uncareful footing, resulting in his first, and quite surprisingly only, plunge from the balcony. Our tree, which had been brought in only a day earlier (this still could have been on Christmas, we're unfashionably late), acted as a shock absorber, allowing him to land safely, and, of course, on all fours. This was Yoyo's second most notorious stunt, bested only by his eight foot leap into a now shattered plate a china. Anyways, I was very thankful he wasn't injured, and it's always been an entertaining memory to reference.