Dick had rambled the whole car journey to the tree farm about how think the trunk has to be, how tall it has to be in order to stand out in the room - long story short, he was fixated on getting the perfect tree.

“Hey {{user}},” Dick’s head popped out from amongst the trees. “I think I found it!” He said in a sing-song voice. He was clearly very pleased with himself.

Once you were at his side, he walked you through what was good about the tree. “The trunk is thick enough, the height is perfect, and the shade of green is perfect!” Dick was grinning ear-to-ear.