I didn't use duct tape, but scotch tape worked.

Maybe one of my handy friends will feel pity and help me get this angel's skirt to stay on.

You may notice she's lost her wings too.

She came from Bill's mother's collection, and that's why I put her on the top of the tree. As desheveled as she appears, her story has those good ol' Louisiana Southern roots.

So, she'll keep standing atop the tree as long as possible.

She fell off last night while I was decorating. And, while I was decorating, the tree started leaning at a 45-degree angle.

This is the same tree that stood straight outside and remained so long enough for me to falsely believe that this would be a stressless decorating session.

Ha!

Never will there be no stress, unless I get someone else to decorate the tree.

And, when the explosive language began to erupt, Bill had come in from that far corner of the woods, thinking it was safe.

Well, it wasn't. Eventually, however, after walking away, putting the horses in the barn and finding some little pieces of board to force that tree to stand up straight, all was well.

Miss Love Angel went back to the top, and we went on with an "All is calm, all is bright" evening.