And down comes the tree

Our Christmas tree is beautiful. It had a perfect top until it was backed into the garage door but not to worry, it is still a wonderful tree. So tonight Maggie and I were playing on the floor and the tree decided to play with us, on us. For some reason I felt like I could not move. This 10 pound, I mean 100 pound tree was moments away from crushing us. I screamed Cory's name but he could not hear us. Everywhere I turned needles and ornaments lie lifeless on the floor. Adrenaline kicks in. I push the tree up enough to find an escape for Maggie, "go, save yourself, I'll be alright...get...your...father...don't worry about me..." My vision is fading in and out. All of the sudden I have the strength of 1000 women, I rise up onto my feet, and push the tree back up. I scan the room, the girl's ok, Cory's running into the room, we made it.

Yep, that's what happened. Christmas tragedies like this happen all the time, but we were the lucky ones.

How safe is your tree?