The first winter I lived here, I was all about the country Christmas and by golly I was going to do it right. I took Karl and we went to a tree farm. They gave me an saw. I went all around and picked out a tree that was just right. Tied Karl to a tree nearby. There was snow on the ground and some people with happy kids, strong and wonderful pine scent and everything was so fine. Until we got to the car. The tree wasn't that tall but it was big around and it was a huge effort to get it in there. Likewise, getting it through the front door at home. It wasn't the tree farm's fault but they haven't seen me since!