True to tradition, Gary couldn't settle for any tree less than the perfection he was envisioning. The girls and I couldn't feel our toes. And there was a brief period of time where Gary forged ahead and we thought he'd gotten lost. It wouldn't feel right without any of these elements.
In the end, he found the ultimate tree.
Tonight we're digging out the boxes of ornaments and putting on Sinatra's "White Christmas." Time to deck the halls.