We’re just getting into that part of January where you start looking at the Christmas tree and thinking that it’s overstayed its welcome. No–that you’ve let it overstay its welcome. While all the more efficient and tidy households have long since bundled their trees out to the curb for recycling–I don’t think anyone has a municipal Xmas tree bonfire anymore like our Chicago suburb did–there’s our Noble fir, still lighting up our post-holiday nights. And our tree waits to see if we’ll challenge the Brekke family record for Christmas tree longevity, which was well into February as I recall.
Well, this one will come down, the way they all have. It’ll lie out there by the curb and get tossed in the back of a compactor truck and driven away to be ground up with all the other discarded trees. I’m starting to get teary.
Auf wiedersehen, o tannenbaum!
I think one year the tree on Oak Hill Drive remained up for so long long that it was proposed to decorate it in shamrocks for the next, upcoming holidays. On a more sober note, I live with Mr. Efficiency (someone needs to be) so you know we got it all done!
Wow…that is a fine looking tannenbaum. Don’t let any of the three kings light a cigar near it.
Seriously, with those hot, dry north and north-easterly winds you guys are having, I’d get that fire threat far away from the house.