Everything was already decorated, but I wanted to give some old stocking hangers to my daughter. I found them in the attic, alongside a box of Christmas angels. Had just promised myself I wouldn't put up any more stuff, but I couldn't resist.
Instead of a simple bag of stocking hangers, I descended the ladder carrying a small box with the bag of hangers, an angel ornament, and my Holy Family tree topper.
Don't know how I did it, but that little box caused me to trip on the attic pull-down ladder. In a split second, I knew it was either the box or me. One or the other would have to crash. I let go of the box and grabbed for the stairs' mechanism. Crash went the box, and I don't quite remember what happened to me.
I now have a huge, scraping bruise on my left leg, some strange achiness around my right ankle, and a certain amount of skin off both hands. I can hardly move today, and my limp is worse than ever. Fortunately, with the MS, I don't really have much pain.
Worst of all: two stocking hangers broken beyond repair, and Baby Jesus flung out of his mother's arms, and she out of St. Joseph's embrace. Baby Jesus is missing a hand, and Mary will need to be reglued. Only the angel ornament survived the wreck unscathed.
Wasn't really worth the trip.
pb
Little Pond
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