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Every year Harry would ask us up to his house during Christmas for a night of drinking. His wife would be out visiting so it was a good chance for all of us to get together. So a few years ago we were up there for the yearly visit and, as usual, we were hammered. We were sitting around talking and laughing and drinking our faces off. I was on a couch next to the Christmas tree sat in the middle - so loaded I could hardly see straight. I got up for a leak at one point and when I came back I had to step over some guy who had his feet on the coffee table. With that I lost my balance and fell back. There were only 2 steps to the Christmas tree and no time to stop myself. Somebody made a grab after me but missed. I fell in on the Christmas tree and knocked it down on top of me. I squat up all kinds of presents and tore half the decorations off the tree. Of course for about twenty minutes everybody was on the floor laughing, even Harry. I managed to crawl out from under the tree all full of tinsel and shit. When everything settled down we put the tree back up and straightened out the gifts as best we could. We were gone when his wife got back so I don't know if she noticed - but it was the last year of that Christmas tradition.
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