"We have a lot of woods in our neighborhood including the back edge of my parent's property. One year after a storm, my dad dragged in a fallen pine tree branch and declared it as our Christmas tree. My mom was horrified. He put the thing into the stand and we had no choice but to decorate it. My brothers and I thought it was hilarious. We sang our own rendition of O Christmas Branch, O Christmas Branch almost immediately. Then, at our Christmas Eve party—Feast of the Seven Fishes, at which we hosted my Mom's Italian relatives—the branch tipped over and almost took out one of my young cousins. My mom went out and purchased a fake tree for the next year."