With some coaxing and some elbow grease my wife was able to get it up over the weekend.
Good thing for her it only happens once a year.
I live in a converted church (mostly) with high vault ceilings, a big main floor with amazing acoustics.
But, being northern Saskabush, she's a bit of a challenge to heat when you can't pass the plate each week.
Hence the stove rockin' away 24/7.
Back when the kids were young and I had a lot more energy, we'd chop down a 15 footer, cram it through the double front doors.
Quite the erection, quite the chore. And man those things suck up
gallons of water a day, particularly in wood-heat environment.
After eight days, needles would start raining down constantly, even keep us up a night. We don't do that no more.
This little guy used to be on front porch duty every year, now it's been promoted to be the main show.
Happy holidays my TTR brothers, sisters and in-betweeners (you know who you are).