I awoke one morning and tottered down the stairs for some coffee and discovered that some elves (Nana and Papa) had delivered a beautiful tree to our living room. Later that afternoon, Elrod decorated the tree with the cherished ornaments of our childhood.
That night I sat in my room with son trying not to feel hormonal and overwhelmed when I heard a big crash. Mom assured me it was Dad; I assured her it was the tree. Unfortunately I was right and immediately burst into tears, convinced that every ornament had broken into a thousand pieces.
Thankfully, the only casualties were a camel with a broken leg and a singular decapitated angel.
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