Christmas Tree Part 2

Back to the Christmas tree issue. Sorry for the delay.
A week before Christmas I overheard my wife telling son Danny that maybe it would be best to just bring the artificial tree up from the basement. I was excited but knew that if I seemed over-eager to ruin everyone’s Christmas with the $250-plus tree we only used once, I would be sent out to get a real treet. I said nothing.

On Saturday morning I heard her say to Danny: “I’m going to have you guys bring the tree up from the basement and we can decorate it this afternoon.” Again I held back, fearing it might be some kind of trap to get met to try to spoil her Christmas.
Shortly after lunch, I heard her tell Danny: “Whenever you guys bring the tree up we can get started on decorating.”
“I’ll get it right now,” I told her calmly, although I was practically shaking on the inside.

Danny and I carried it up. She immediately pointed out that there was something wrong with the bottom branches and requested a hammer. My heart sank. Knowing that if even one branch was a fraction off she might opt for a real tree, I retrieved the hammer.
“Can I help?,” I asked.
“No, I’ll handle it,” she said.
The next few seconds seemed to linger forever. She banged something near the bottom of the tree real hard and then pulled roughly at the bottom branches. She seemed frustrated, a bad sign. But a few second later she stepped back, looked at the tree and handed me the hammer.
“The top lights aren’t on,” she pointed out.
A quick adjustment and they came on.
“I won’t be able to put my angel up,” she remarked, noting there was no space between the highest branch and the ceiling.
Based on past experiences, I said nothing in response.
She said nothing further and started to decorate.

Have a great Christmas. I hope you get everything you want. I already received my gift.