Nothing Better to do on Dec 24 than...

What does the average "Joe" do on Christmas Eve? Go shopping? Wrap presents? Open presents? Help their wives prepare appetizers for the family party that evening?

Probably. But my husband is no average Joe.

No. He grabbed a handsaw and the rock climbing gear (first sign of bad news), and proceeded to climb up the evil tree that dropped the bomb on the hot tub. Why?

REVENGE!

Even though it was pouring rain, he climbed about 40 feet up that tree, sawing off potential threats to the hot tub in the next wind storm.

"At least I'm using a HANDSAW instead of the chainsaw this time!". Oh yes. That makes me feel so much better.

All I could so was shout "I don't want to become a widow on Christmas Eve, Colin!", take photos (of course) and watch as a dozen 20 foot branches come crashing to the ground.

Now our lovely Evergreen looks like a Charlie Brown, but at least there's nothing left to fall.
He did a great job, though, and since you've seen posts with photos of him after this event, you know that he survived.