The greatest tragedy of having your Christmas Tree fall over at five o'clock in the morning isn't that your grandmother's antique glass bells are all smashed to smithereens or that the tree is now tethered to the banister with a rope. The tragedy is that you and your four-year-old are awake at this ungodly hour and the prospects for a nap are not looking good.
Really, I'm totally bummed. I'm not a sentimental person and tchotchkes have no place in my house, but I sure did love my glass Christmas Ornaments.
