We took our Crimbo tree down on Sunday, a day late (oooh, get us). Instead of the more logical through the window route, we went for the more traditional down the stairs, as much mess as possible route.
The result? Utter carnage. Archie truly got the last laugh - it took 3 emptyings of the Dyson to hoover up his lost needles and then it fell on top of me and hurt my back.
Next year, we'll have an artificial tree - or adopt Islam.