O Christmas Tree! We finally finished decorating our Christmas tree this afternoon. We were really happy with the way it turned out--proud, you might say. I'm sure you've heard that pride goes before a fall. Well, Neil and I were scooting the tree out of the middle of the room toward the window. We were pulling it slowly by the tree stand when it started to tip over. We were both on the floor on either side of the tree. There was nothing we could do but watch it fall--seemingly in slow motion--and crash onto the little table that sits beside the couch. It could have been a whole lot worse. We have a lot of blown glass ornaments and, amazingly, only one got smashed. Two, if you count our glass tree topper which was pretty much obliterated. About twenty ornaments fell off, plus the icicles we had just finished placing with such care. The rest of it pretty much fell back into place when we got the tree upright again. But we've had to do a lot of rearranging and redecorating. Oh, and of course, the tree stand was full of water....Luckily, I took this picture of it before the fall. It won't be the same. But no one will be able to tell it but us. A fallen Christmas tree is a first for us. Far as we're concerned, it will be the last. Oh yes.
