It was a week before Christmas, and our family decided to put up the Christmas decorations. We went to the attic to get out the plastic containers of decorations, lights, and all the beautiful Christmas decor we had accumulated through the years.
We brought down the Christmas tree, and decided to take it out of it's box, so it would be ready to decorate the next morning. It was late, and it was bedtime. We were so satisfied with all the work we'd done to prepare for our famous day of tree decorating as a family. It was always so special because everything was always so organized that putting up the tree flowed easily.
So to bed we went. All the children dreamed of what the tree would look like when it was decorated. The clock struck 12 and all was peaceful in the house. Silence filled the dark rooms as everyone in the family rested peacefully.
Strike after strike on the clock through the night, we slept and dreamed of tomorrows beautiful tree.
As the sun rose, and the children began to wake, Margaret let out a blood curdling scream! The morning alarm of Margaret's scream woke the entire house. As we all ran down the stairs and into the room where Margaret was, everyone's eyes at first were focused on Margaret, but suddenly drawn to the mess that was in the floor before us.
Immediately, everyone looked back at Margaret, and she adamantly exclaimed, "I didn't do it!".
Then everyone's eyes focused on the dog and cat that so innocently sat in the middle of the mess in the floor.
Silence fell in the room. The dog had ate the box that the tree was in, the cat had massacred the tree. Margaret said,"I didn't do it, but I know who did..."