Remember when March of the Penguins came out? I do. I was in graduate school and one of my roommates and I went to go see it. We sat near the front of the theater in the small town where we lived and cried our eyes out. Remember when the egg cracks? Dang. That's powerful movie making.
I feel like we could make a similarly spectacular movie entitled The Great Ornament Migration.
Because really, where have all the ornaments (and even lights) on the lower half of the tree gone?