My wife called me at work on the 26th and said, "The tree is coming down today. Who do you want to take it down--me, or our daughter?" It would seem that The Heiress liked the ornaments so much, that she was yanking them off the tree. And if her chosen branch didn't have an ornament on it, it didn't stop her. So, my wife decided that the tree would come down, one way or the other, the day after Christmas. Gotta say that I agree with her assessment.
Next year, there'll be triple-strand concertina around the tree. I'll probably have to breach it with an IED.