I remember when we lived in the bush and getting a tree was much more enjoyable and rewarding. We would take the snowmobile, the sleigh and an ax and spend the afternoon hunting for the perfect one. Now its drive to the Superstore, pick a tree that is wrapped tightly in mesh and looks like all the rest, bring it home and hope for the best!
Well this year I decided we would get a tall one, since we've got 9 foot ceiling in the house. The sign says "White Pine 5.5' to 7'", there is only one that's taller than me (5'8"), so I think its gotta be one of the 7 footers. I pay my $30 and bring it home, hanging out the back of the truck.
When I get home I haul the tree in and try to stand it up; its too tall, so I get my hand saw and saw 6 inches off the bottom. When I go to put the stand on it won't fit now because I sawed too much off! So, I find the part I sawed off, nail it back on, put the stand on and lop off the top 6 inches, now it fits perfectly. I get the thing stood up and hide the trimmings just as Carolyn & the kids pull into the garage; "Nice tree dad", "Nice tree honey, looks like it just fit"!
Notice no angel on the top? I guess Carolyn said it wouldn't fit!
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