As any petulant teenager, I was pretty sure I had about a hundred other better things to do than help unpack the holiday decorations from the attic. In my haste to get the project done, I dropped the box with my mother's heirloom ceramic light up Christmas tree, shattering it into many pieces. I've never gotten over it, though I like to think it made me a better person. Luckily, the spouse had a white one handed down to her (my mom's was green). This one I will try not to break.