Bah Humbug

What do you do when a tree falls?

You probably get out of the way, huh?

Well I didn't have that luxury this morning at precisely 6am, when my Christmas tree fell over... On top of me....

Yesterday afternoon while doing some holiday shopping with the family, Christopher Pop-In-Kins, our resident spying elf, set up a slumber party movie night in the living room by the Christmas tree. Sounds fun, huh, to watch a movie and sleep under the light of the Christmas tree.

Well it is, until at 6am, the tree goes TIMBER.... While sleeping soundly next to my sister, the Christmas tree topples over... On top of me. Not on top of her, or on top of both of us.... Just on top of me....
 
Luckily, only a handful of things broke. As you can see the Roman Coliseum now looks much more like the old, tattered version in Rome. Mommy lost a prized ornament that had Annabelle's handprint made into snowmen, but AB has so many handprints and other ornaments on the tree - I think she'll be ok. Chances are that's half the reason the tree fell over, it has too many of Annabelle's ornaments on it. At least that is the theory I'm sticking too.

 Annabelle thinks Christopher Pop-In-Kins flew past the tree and that's what caused it to fall over. She found him in a bowl of popcorn looking at the whole thing. Looks like he had a movie night after we went to sleep.

The other theory floating out there is that Pa and some other folks in heaven were playing a practical joke. Cause even though some stuff broke, one of the only things that actually fell off the tree was the infamous Dick Fath table tent that has graced the tree since 2002. It landed right by my head. The hypothesis is, Jesus was walking past Pa and he said "Hey, Jesus. You want to see something funny?" And he huffed and he puffed from heaven and he blew our Christmas tree over and they all laughed and giggled at the spectacle that will now forever be The Year the Christmas Tree Fell on Eli - 2012. Just a little practical joke from heaven - we think they have a funny bone up there.

Oliver, he just sat back and watched. Probably wondering what in the heck is this Christmas thing and what is going on at 6am (that's when he actually does sleep).

 

 

I'm not sure there will be another sleepover by the lights of the Christmas tree, but now the tree is tied to the curtain rod. So either it won't fall again or when it does it will take the mantle and much more down with it as the curtain rod flings across the room. You can bet I won't be sleeping down there. All of a sudden, my bed seems nice and cozy.

These are the things that contribute to middle-kid syndrome. I'm not sure Christmas will ever be the same for me again. If I grow up to be an Ebenezer Scrooge, just know you can track it back to this terrifying experience. I sure hope Santa makes up for this in a couple of weeks.

At least the tree is back upright for now. Check out the wrecked jewelry (aka bead garland). As for me, I'm not sure I'm back to normal yet, but I did get to watch Cars 2 to help me feel better.

 

Merry Christmas & Bah Humbug!