Finding the perfect tree

A beautiful and sunny but cold, very cold, Saturday and we traipsed off to find the "perfect' tree. There is no such thing. The trees may look beautiful and ideal from 30 feet away but then you get up closer to the the range that you would be if it were in your house and all of a sudden the once stunning and majestic tree that you saw and shouted, 'That's the one!" becomes a scraggly bush with gaping holes, gaps the size of the grand canyon, thick stumps that won't fit in the tree holder, and a slightly yellowish cat pee tint! So we started off cheerily enough, Gracie picking trees that were so small they weren't for sale or ones that were twenty foot towers. Two hours hour later and still treeless it became "Just cut that one, I don't care if has broken limbs and the trunk is thicker then a dinner plate, I'm done!" Finally we found a nice tree perfectly acceptable for our corner! Gracie became an expert at inspecting the trunk size and finding the tags with the prices!