We moved into our house a week before Christmas and our cute little tree was a casualty in the process. On December 23, at 8 p.m. Syd set out to find a replacement. After all, what's Christmas morning without a tree? 3 lots later, with a little bit of begging at the Home Depot, and we had ourselves a tree. We set it up and began trimming. Meanwhile, Syd took a few shots of NyQuil and I found him fully clothed and immovable. And then our tree fell over. Dirt clumps and needles were everywhere. It took all three of us (mom, dad, me) to get it upright again. In the end, all the ornaments were removed and the only things keeping it partially upright were the wall and a piece of plywood. Merry Christmas!