Cass put all his toys out on the sunporch and cleared away everything to make room for the tree.
He was fairly levitating when I brought the big box down the stairs. After we snipped open the tape, he yanked open the panels and froze.
"Mommy? That's not a tree."
Why no, son, you're right. It was originally plastic pellets, (or some other material never found in nature) forced and extruded into shape at some huge factory, cobbled together by the quick fingers of (probably underpaid) workers, strung with lights by other hands. And now it's a tangled flattened lump from twelve months of sitting in an attic. But look! If we attach this long part with this part, and find the tree stand, and where the hell is the plug?, and beat and bend these branches into submission....why.....voila!
"Oh" he said softly, amazed by its beauty as it lit up, "oh".