The ornament slips from my fingers, tumbling through a few branches before thankfully catching on the last one before the floor. If it had shattered I would have been utterly humiliated, so instead I'm just partially so.

"I, um, that is, well..."

I can't find the right words. What are the right words? I'm not sure I even know.

"...not quite, I guess." I bend down and grab the thankfully-unbroken ornament and put it in the place I'd wanted it. "There was a, a thing, last year. But that's all, really."