I do this every year. Envisioning a tall, sturdy, fresh-smelling fir tucked in the corner of my living room, I do significant recon on where the most reasonably-priced specimen can be found, and make the annual expedition to the tree lot. Then, after looking at and handling no less than a dozen viable candidates, I select one tree to take home with me. Usually I’ve chosen a lot that will hoist it to the top of my car and tie it down, but after that, it’s do-it-yourself all the way home and beyond.
And every year I acknowledge that setting up a Christmas tree is no one man (or in this case, one woman) job.