Tree vs. Nash. What could go wrong?

The forest green Nash Statesman was made for tree toting.  On that snowy first Christmas with the Nash, we all gathered at the tree farm to choose the best tree ever.  The six foot beauty we chose was perfectly shaped.  From top to bottom, it flowed over the top of our Nash Statesman like an unfurled sail preparing to take flight.  But first, we had to secure our chosen beauty  for the long trip home. 

As the snow came down harder, we three stepped back so dad, the expert on all things lashing, took matters in hand.  Under and over, through windows and back again; the beauty wasn't going anywhere.  Finally, we could get into a warm car but it seemed that we, like the tree, weren’t going anywhere either.  We stood there admiring the secured tree but not so much the doors which were now tied closed.