The other night, we took down our Christmas tree. It was a good tree, possibly my favorite of the ones we’ve put up since we moved in to our house seven years ago. A full body, and branches that could hold a lot of weight—perfect for some of our heavier ornaments, which meant they didn’t all get clustered at the one level of branches that were up to the task.
Anyway, the tree spent a night on the curb, and it has since been taken away. But before that happened, we needed to spend some time taking all the lights and ornaments down.
In a way, it’s the last tradition of Christmas season… a little game of hide and seek we play with the tree. Eventually, we find it, tucked under a branch, using a nearby jingle bell as a distraction. By that point, nearly all the ornaments are off, and the tree is free to go. But on its way out the door, the big tree leaves a thick layer of needles on the floor… just in case the little tree ornament wants to hide again.
Needless to say, we sweep those bad boys up right quick.
Rob
3 comments:
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doctor whiskey and i want to build a railroad now
Walking to work one morning in early January, I spotted a pickle ornament left on a tree at the curb. I retrieved it and hung it on the mailbox at the house.
So that was YOU, sharon? OMG, my wife divorsed me over that, cause she was sure it was like, from some gay guy as a sign of our enduring love that dare not speak it's name! YOU'RE THE ONE RESPONSIBLE!
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