Sadly, my sisters were blind to her presence. They were too busy going for blood. Both my mom and I were just about to jump in and stop the brawl when—CRASH!—my sisters “took down” the Christmas tree.
Ornaments were catapulted through the air, exploding on impact. POP! POP! POP! My sisters were sprawled in the artificial tree, its “trunk” snapped by their combined weight.