Photos here.) I had lots of fun doing that. In fact, I did it again Sunday night, but it was late in the evening when I finished, so I thought I'd wait until the next day to take a photo of the latest Santa mug tree. Bad choice. We had just gone to bed for the night when we heard a horrendous crash and clanging from directly below us downstairs, right where the tree was. With a sigh, I headed downstairs to inspect the damage. Would you believe not one mug was so much as chipped, and there were probably sixty- or seventy-something of them on that tree? Not. One. Broke. Isn't that miraculous? Turns out, the weight of all those mugs caused the tree stand — this one actually joined to the tree itself — to shatter into pieces, so that tree is now toast. I plopped up my retro aluminum tree instead, and while I'm sad the Santa mug tree didn't last even 24 hours, I'm happy I didn't lose any mugs in the process. And if you'll permit me one more Santa mug post this week, I discovered something about this one when I was unpacking the mugs that I thought was rather intriguing.