Touched by an Angel

Noelle blogged about her family's tradition of cutting a live Christmas tree. I posted the following in the comments section, but in lieu of having anything profound to say today, I decided to share it with you as well.

When I got my tree out last Saturday it . was missing a key piece. Well not missing so much as the piece was broken. I finnagled and glued and wrangled it until I thought I had it secure. I put the lights on (something I don't mind doing thank goodness because there are never enough for me). I then had Ethan put the angel on top. I heard a slight cracking sound and yup, the piece broke again. So I did me some more wrangling, finnagling and glueing and got it working again.

Working at least until I turned my back on the tree. I heard that cracking sound again and turned around just in time to be head butted by the angel as the tree fell on me! I still have a huge goose egg on my head from it.

Oh, then I went and got a screw and screwed the whole thing together. Why didn't I think of that to start with?

But it looks nice now, doesn't it? I was going to re-do it this year in "antique" decorations like these, but I couldn't find any when I had the money to purchase them. Maybe next year.

The offending angel, Miriam. I used to think so fondly of her.

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Indeed.