Sunday, January 4, 2015

Taking Down the Tree

I don't know about you but I always procrastinate when it comes to taking down the Christmas tree. I have neighbors who park their tree at the curb before New Year's Eve. To me, that's a sacrilege. Taking the tree down is closing the door on Christmas--which happens to be my absolute favorite time of year, so you can imagine my hesitancy. On the other hand, I used to have a neighbor who kept her tree up through Valentine's day, which even for a stalwart fan of Christmas like me, seems a bit too long.

We have always had a fresh cut  tree...until the pivotal  tree episode last year. As usual, we made the 45 minute drive to our favorite Christmas tree farm. This place had all the bells and whistles including a  resident reindeer available for picture taking,  a well stocked Christmas shop, hot chocolate and a train like truck that delivered and picked you up at the forest of your choice. It was a chilly but sunny day and we were one of about fifteen customers who'd chopped down their tree and were in the line for the tree "shaker." I was about to suggest we do our own shaking at home when it was our tree's turn. After all of the  dead needles were shimmied off  my husband and a helper hoisted the tree to the top of our SUV. My hubby said he could take it from there.

He opened all the doors, rolled down the windows, then shut the doors. He was so intent on securing the tree that we never questioned why he did so. Then I noticed several men with their hands folded across their chests, staring at our car, with the trussed up tree, chuckling. Then I got it. My  husband had tied all the doors shut and we were locked out.  I don't know if it was to save face or not, but my husband was not about to disassemble his handiwork. So, four large adults had to crawl through the tail gate to get into their seats. When we returned home, we all exited the car through the tailgate as my favorite neighbor watched, doubling over in laughter.

At my husband's suggestion, this year...we purchased a beautiful, pre-lit Christmas tree from Balsam Hill. I'm not sure if  he had an aversion to returning to "our" favorite tree farm or he's simply leaning towards  convenience. What ever the reason, I finally have my most realistic Fraser Fir tree. Post Christmas, all we have to do is remove the ornaments and trot the tree down to the basement. No needles to clutter the carpet, no water will be spilled from the tree stand and no dragging it out to the curb. It's a win-win for everyone. 

The only thing I'm going to getting our photo taken with Rocket the reindeer. 


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