Good-bye, dear Christmas tree.
I think I read The Fir Tree by Hans Christian Anderson one too many times as a child. I know that trees don't have conversations with rabbits or dream of moving out of the forest but, for some reason, every year I look at our beautifully adorned tree and I can't help but wonder if our tree isn't somehow feeling a bit prideful of its new beauty and the attention it receives.
And then comes the new year and the its time to shine has come to a close. Again, I have to remind myself that our poor, still healthy little balsam fir is not really sad and confused to be left, discarded, on the side of the road as tomorrow's garbage.
It's not, right?
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Good-Bye, Christmas Tree
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That's so funny, I begged Chad not to put ours out to the curb. I spent days trying to convince him to turn it into a winter-time bird refuge in the backyard. No luck.
Aww, that made me kinda sad. I have actually thought this, too, thinking that probably no one else out there thinks thoughts such as this, but low and behold, someone else does. So now I really have to wonder if the tree really does have feelings? :)
Yes, and the line-up of the entire neighborhood's trees is even more depressing! :(
Do you think this means my artificial tree feels the same way of being taken apart and stuck in a lg. Rubbermaid container for the next 11 months?
Later... :)
You could cut off the branches and use them as loose winter protection over the perennial beds (helps keep them from heaving). Then, in the spring, cut up further and add to the compost pile. I think that would make it happy!
I have heard of people making winter wreaths and using the pine needles as decorations. Poor Christmas tree.
I'm such a sap. That's why we now have an artificial tree.
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