About 3:30 this morning I heard a crashing sound, but figured it must have been a dream because I did not hear our dog bark, as he would if something happened in the house. Then RW got up at 5:30 and came downstairs, and this is what he saw:
That's our 9 foot Christmas tree sitting on the piano. I guess I'm not finished decorating after all.
I did take a few shots of other decorations in the daylight:
The tree standing upright again, sans about 50 ornaments.