We got our Christmas tree today. The first tree we saw was perfect- a six foot Frasier fir. Not one to leave well enough alone, I had to go a bit bigger, so we grabbed another one, and drove home without mishap with it on our roof. My husband got out our tree stand, and as I dusted it off, he went to get the tree. That’s when the trouble began….
We had cleared a corner of the living room next to the unused fireplace, which we won’t use till Gia is able to stay away from it, which may be years from now. We put the tree stand down and here he comes in with the tree, still in it’s netting, banging into every light fixture along the way. He then places it in the stand and steps back, telling me to just leave it for awhile. Before I can say, “are you nuts, you didn’t tighten it ”, BAM, the tree starts to fall. And where does it go? It goes right for the mantel, taking out decorations and the fire implement stand, which all crash down on the wood floor, as we all jump back.
Damage? Oh yes! We had a nick in the floor, a broken globe from a stocking holder with water and glass everywhere, a headless marching soldier, and. worse of all, the wood trim around the bottom of the fireplace that the floor installers had put in ripped away. Yet not one tree needle was seen, so I would say the tree is a fresh one. You can tell by the sap on the drape where SOMEBODY leaned the tree after it fell.
After we cleaned up the mess, told our little one what had happened several times, because she always wants things defined, we set the tree up again AND TIGHTENED THE STAND. That’s when Gia decided it needed a drink and proceeded to pour her orange juice on the tree. Oh Christmas tree……Tomorrow we decorate it. Let’s hope it goes better……….
