Upon recollection it seems for years we had gone to a local Christmas tree farm and searched for the perfect tree often coming close but.... Then one year after much searching we found one, cut it down and brought it home. It was perfectly shaped, filled with thick full branches and only a little too tall. Mrs. T. and the boys stood it up in the proper place while I laid down, got the trunk into the tree stand, screwed the fasteners tight and hollered "ok let it go". Whereupon, it fell over on top of me. So naturally, thinking I had goofed on the "put it in the Christmas stand part," I repeated that operation more carefully without any mistakes. And, of course, it happened again. Now, using my great analytical skills, my and sons and I took it outside to shorten the culprit believing it was too tall. Voila! It was in that process we discovered that "the perfect tree" trunk divided into two trunks and, of course, they were of unequal weight. Later, I learned that this was the rare "WISHBONE TREE EFFECT.
Many of you may remember when that bone was saved from a whole chicken, a contest ensued by two people pulling it apart. The person with the biggest piece got to make a wish.
The rest of the story. I lost my temper regardless of the season and chucked the tree off the deck. Fortunately, Mrs. T came up the idea that we should go to Rochester and buy a beautiful artificial Christmas tree ready to go and we had for years without it ever falling over.