The big chubby, as we like to call our tree, came crashing down at 5 am Saturday morning. Causing Will and I to awake. And, for Will to say, hmm...... an ornament must have fallen off. Or 5 or 6, I thought! And, the he proceeded to go back to bed. I said, aren't you going to check? People have been stealing christmas trees...and the big chubby, well, he is nice tree. He did. Came upstairs and said, Do you want the good news or the bad news? I said, OH NO, please do not tell me my Favorite Santa ornament broke. I LOVE him. and, my dear husband said, no, the tree fell and climbed back into bed. Well, shouldn't we go and pick up big chubby? Really, Teresa, it is 5am?