Imagine a 50-ton tree being driven through the streets of Midtown. It’s a logistical nightmare that involves closing streets and making traffic even worse than a drunk elf on a sugar rush. The process is so serious that a crane operator needs a PhD in patience and a therapist on speed dial.
Before it arrives, the tree is cut down in a secret ceremony in a random state—often Connecticut or Pennsylvania. Local families gather to watch, weeping with joy (or maybe just from the cold), as a chainsaw roars to life. It’s like a lumberjack version of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, minus the giant balloons.
