After negotiating a still-not-that-great of-a-price, I finally ended up with a Christmas tree. According to the guy who was selling it: there will be trees today, tomorrow, and that’s it. I was standing on the street side with my daughter. He should have just told her Santa was dead.

He tied it atop the car; I lugged it back down; hauled it into the house; screwed it into the tree stand; strung the lights; while Coco and her friend managed the ornaments.

Mission accomplished!

On the way to gym class, my babysitter called to tell us the tree fell over. When we got home, the pine looked so ashamed, like it had failed us when all it wanted to do was stand tall. I stood it back up; reminded Coco that it was just a tree and we could fix it. Many of the glass ornaments were broken.

There’s got to be a message in this? Start a new? Get help when dealing with tall trees in the living room? Shake it off?

I wonder if any one heard it when it fell?