Sarah and each of the kids chose their favorite tree. The problem was that none of them were the same tree. I listened to all the pleas to "Cut this one Dad, Cut this one". Tree cutting day was either going to be a great beginning to Christmas or a crying fest. With some negotiating I suggested this and that and we wandered around enough that no one knew where their favorite tree was now. We picked a new one together. I think this years tree was the best we've ever had.