For the first time in I'd say 17 years, we all (hubby, me and both of the boys - er, men children) went to fetch a Christmas Tree! In record time, I might add. I think it took all of 5 minutes.
I dragged the first one out and we all agreed it was a nicely shaped tree, good top, but a bit "too skinny". So we decided to find another one "just to be sure". So I looked around, pointed to another and it got hauled out of the pile of trees. We unwrapped it, shook it, stomped it up and down on its trunk, and voila! That was "the tree".
So I went off to pay for it, and the tree people cut off a bit of the trunk, wrapped it up (totally unnecessary), and put it in the back of the truck. Then we all went out to dinner. Easy peasy.
And those boys (er, men children) thought it was going to be painful going with the parents to buy a Christmas Tree! Ha!