No Christmas Tree, No Christmas Tree ....

I was told that I HAD TO BLOG this incident - yes, it's an incident.
Well, Maggie, our black lab was so happy that there were no longer presents under the Christmas tree blocking her view of the window. She watches out for ferocious dogs who happen to be casing our house to kill us all in our sleep who are pretending to take a walk with their masters on the sidewalk. On New Year's Eve, she saw a killer cockerspaniel and jumped on the window. That's how we discovered which replacement windows our windows take last year when she cracked one by jumping on it to get a killer chipmunk - btw, our windows take SPECIAL ORDER!
So, we're having a birthday party with our friends on New Year's Eve (Happy Birthday, John!), eating the chocolate covered nuts they brought, pretending to have fun like grown-ups (while the kids were running screaming through the house) and Maggie jumped on the window. she reared back (I'm sure to protect her family from that killer!) and fell into the Christmas tree, which promptly fell over. Dave jumped up to catch it, but missed. He tried to pick it back up again, but snapped the top off the tree. Upon examination, the base was also snapped. The ornament that had a sleigh with 6 little snowmen heads with each of our names on them that our friends had just given us an hour or so before ... had missing snowman heads for Jenn & Dave.

So on New Year's Day (to the tune of Let it Snow) we sang "Go to Lowe's, Go to Lowe's, Go to Lowe's". Then (to the tune of There's No Place Like Home for the Holidays) "There's no place like Lowe's for the Holidays...if you want to be happy in a million ways, for the Holidays you can't beat Lowe's Sweet Lowe's." Then we got there and in a large empty room I sang a solo of "No Christmas Trees, No Christmas trees..." We went to store after store - everything was either sold out or closed.

I have no pictures to show you, because...I DIDN'T get a digital camera for Christmas. I TOLD you I wasn't going to get one, but still you readers and co-bloggers got my hopes up...
So next year it looks like we'll have to pay full price for a Christmas tree. If only she'd knocked it over on Christmas Eve rather than New Year's Eve.