O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree… thank you for not crushing me…

Last night about 12:30 there was an incident involving our Christmas tree and the heady forces of gravity. We were laying in bed, and all of a sudden we hear a CRASH! Now, having lived in a family with a real Christmas tree for years, I was realitively sure I knew what had transpired, but Tasha was worried about it nonetheless. “It sounded big,” she said, as I headed downstairs to investigate.

Our Christmas tree had fallen between our new coffee table and the entertainment center, throwing water and ornaments everywhere. Luckily, a quick inspection of the fallen ornaments (some worth more than my life) showed that the only casualty was the wand of the tree-topping faerie, which should be easily repaired. I’m going to hunt around for a completely intact replacement since it’s one of Tasha’s only collections, but that is beside the point. The carpet was soaked, and it took several towels to get it somewhat dry again while we prepared to do surgery on our tree.

It appears that too much water had softened the already unstable trunk just enough to make it shift in place and tip. The only solution that we could come up with after drying off what we could of the gifts was to saw off the lower two inches of the trunk and try resetting it in the base. This worked pretty well and as of 8 am this morning the tree (now naked) was still upright.

How many families get the fun of trimming their Christmas tree twice in one year? We rolled back into bed about 1:15 am, so the only real casualty is the quality of work that I am doing today. No real loss. Oh, also Tasha has to rewrap her already awesomely wrapped Christmas presents, but she likes doing that anyway.

We woke up this morning to see that Teddy had obviously been upset by the proceedings, because he left a few steaming nuggets alongside the bed last night. So as you can see, my day is off to a rousingly good start.