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I was really feeling up to getting more festive around the house, so I dug out our big fake tree and put it together. I figured Daddy could handle the enormous ball of tangled lights. Griffen the fatcat was first in line to have his way with the tree. He was sprayed with water and chased downstairs. The lights were put on and Nathan just had to touch one or ten of them. The tree came down in slow motion, the angel flew off the top and the Christmas lights lay in a gorgeous pile. Uh-oh. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. To his credit, Daddy put the tree back up with nary a swear word and then he got the wire, hammer and nails and wired that baby to the wall!! How many times does a Christmas tree have to fall before we figure it out?? Once every December, I guess.