Twas a night in December when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The kids were all tucked in their beds warm and tight and hubby and I crawled into bed ready to call it a night.
When all of a sudden we heard a loud crash, not a sound you ignore and hope it will pass.
It was so loud that we sprung out of bed.
We hustled down the stairs where I was filled with dread.
The sight in front of me was a lot to take in.
The ornaments that were once on the tree, had scattered about and I wanted to flee!
The tree had tipped over, the ornaments broken,
we were both quiet, not many words were spoken.
Hubby and I set to work, we uprighted the tree; the ornaments were sorted into piles of three.
One group was broken.
The other was fine,
The last group however, required more of my time.
A few days later and a bit of glue, one would never guess what we had been through!
Do tell, have you had a Christmas tree tip over?
Up next.... this years tree story!