Picture this quaint scene: The beautiful live Christmas tree is ensconced in the family room, lights twinkling, while a merry family sips hot chocolate, hums along to classical holiday music playing in the background, and carefully extracts each cherished ornament from its wrapping to hang gently on the tree as they smile fondly at each other.
Then picture my family.
SNAP! "Oops," says Rainbow as the arm cracks off of a nutcracker ornament dated 1992.
CRASH! "Uh oh," says Taz as he spazzes into an entire box of crystal Waterford ornaments carefully collected over the last 15 years.
"DAMMIT!" chimes in Scouter as the tree tips precariously for the fourth time.
Yeh. It was a stressful evening.
And the fucking tree still isn't done.
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If I had an ornament for every time my kids said "oops. . . ."
I'm there with you. Our tree fell over and broke several irreplaceable ornaments. If it falls again, we're canceling Christmas this year and going to the Bahamas.
Yes, who likes Christmas anyway? Bah. Humbug. JenniferS
LOL - next year - make blackbirds before the tree decorating!
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