In slow motion, as I sat on my couch this morning drinking my tea and admiring the newly decorated Christmas tree…it fell to the ground.
With a smash.
I tried to jump, grab the tree, yell timber…anything, that would make what was happening stop…but either it was too quick or I was too slow. Smashed glass, pine needles and a spray of water went barreling across the room as my trusty noble beast leapt over the fallen timber and bolted up the stairs.
I stood in shock as Bones arrived. Both of us staring at the broken glass that represented years of memories as described in last years’ post, “Ten Ornaments on my Tree.”
Our tree…is filled with sentiment.
My baby booties, the children’s pacifiers, years of ornaments given to each of them that represent each year as it’s passed…Grandmother John’s glass blown angel, Nanny Coady’s pine cone bear…memory after memory all hung from the branches…now strewn onto the floor.
Bones got the broom and with careful precision, we picked up the tree and inspected the damage…at first, seeming much worse than it was but in reality, not quite so bad.
A “Clementine” given to Bones last year for her love of the tasty treat…smashed. Her “English Riding Boot”…shattered. A clear bulb that once held sea shells and sand…now beached in the middle of the living room floor. Spiderman’s Harley…snapped in two. The glass “Gnome Hugging a Mushroom” given to The Tall Blonde…mushroomless. And Tink…poor Tink…now missing her head.
Not to mention her glittery wings.
Tonight, as it’s all back in place…as my parents spent the morning helping re-decorate the tree and tying it in place…as I crazy-glued multiple ornaments back together, re-strung the lights and counted my blessings for the number of ornaments that DIDN’T break compared to the ones that did…I smile.
Smashed glass could never take away the memories.
With the help of my family, our sentimental tree stands once again…a little less decorated than it did last night but answering the age-old question, “If a tree, falls in the living room…everybody cares.”