My husband loves to tell the story of his family's childhood Christmas ritual in which his father would lug the fake Christmas tree down from the attic, painstakingly attach all the branches to the trunk, step back to admire his work and ... realize he had put them in upside down.
Of course, my family's ritual was only slightly different, in that our struggles involved a tree we had cut down ourselves. Squeezing it through the front door, trying desperately to get it into the stand, often drilling it into the wall to keep it standing, and then still watching in slow-motion horror as it tipped over - fully decorated - onto the floor.
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