It was a nice Christmas tree, it never complained. It's majestic limbs held the treasures of time, years of family ornaments, handed down from generation to greatful generation. Oh, the tinsel did shine, and the lights accented it's graceful lines. It was 10 feet tall and guarded the fireplace, it was planning on what it would say to Santa on the majical night. It would guard the presents of 3 lil girls, who BELIEVE in the majic of giving and the majic of Christmas. Yes it was a royal and majestic tree, picked from the mountains and driven to it's place of honor. TILL THE FRICKEN SCREWS IN THE BASE GAVE WAY, AND IT WAS THE FLIGHT OF THE CHRISTMAS TREE!!!!!!!!!! Splattered on the floor and furniture, ornaments fragmented like smashed pumpkins, shards of glass in furnature and carpet. The sound was such a clatter that we rushed to the scene to see what was amatter! And what did our wondering eyes see? An insurance claim waiting to be. I just spent the last couple of hours de-decorating and putting the tree outside.