The Tree:
As usual, the Yard Man was giving rides to Christmas tree shoppers.
As usual, after mulling the pros and cons of procuring a live tree, I went to the Christmas tree farm and took a ride in his wagon. I strolled around through the acres of trees (as usual) and finally tagged one.
The Set-up:
As usual, I dragged the Christmas tree holder and the multitude of decorative ornaments down from the attic.
As always, dressing the tree made me happy. (Undressing was somewhat of a drudge).
The Grand, Happy Hullabaloo:
The Dismantling:
Reader Dear, as usual, I felt a slight twinge of sorrow for the tree, denuded and lying in the bitter cold, destined for the Yard Man's burn pile, awaiting cremation*.
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*Reminded myself it's the way of all living things. And, Christmas will be here again quite before I'm ready!
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(My shameful little secret--there are still three Santas smiling on my kitchen counter. Reader Dear, I believe [for my sake] they will have to spend the winter there. I vow to banish them to the attic just as soon as I spot a daffodil blooming outside! [or slightly before])
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