As if to punctuate my post yesterday, at 5:30 this Christmas Eve morning, I heard a sound that I assumed was Scout rustling in his crate, knocking his collar to the ground.
It was in fact, my Christmas tree. That was me waking to the sound of the tree falling onto a small table and couch.
I vaguely remembered waving off concerns by the young man cutting our tree down as he pointed out the crooked trunk. I had my heart set on this one and I wasn’t going to change my mind. (Have I mentioned my propensity for stubbornness before?)
We only had one casualty so, not a catastrophe by any means.
On the plus side, I got to decorate the tree twice.
I want to welcome all of the people who found me from my previous post and thank you for sharing your thoughts. I want you to know that I channeled all of you as I dealt with this tiny Christmas set back. Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a peaceful, drama free day to nurture your heart and those of the ones you love most.