They're really testing my patience

Today, the Christmas trees (yes, plural) were brought out in an attempt to adapt to local customs. Very pretty. Full of lights and cute little angels and stars and shiny things. Yet, believe me when I say that Christmas decorations don't seem to be meant for us one-year-olds to enjoy. At all. I used to be urged not to touch electrical outlets and those tall African sculptures. I've reluctantly accepted those terms. But now, the parents are really pushing it. They place something extremely tempting in the midst of my play area and then they say: Just look! Don't touch! Pretty, no? Look at it! But no touching! Don't touch!
Right! I nod and pretend that I accept. But silently, I plot my revenge. Those fragile little angels live in danger!By the way, this is the less decorated one of the Christmas trees...