Howdy,
Tomorrow our O Christmas tree will be 0 Christmas trees.
As in zero.
Because then, it hits the gutter.
But first we’re using it one more time, with great intentionality and expectation (the kids, including cousin Lizzy, are excited). Ornaments are off but lights are still on and the family is going to sleep under it again — like one of the nights right before Christmas, which is a delightful tradition.
It’s a tradition the boys may hold us to much longer than my bones find the living room floor anything like “accommodations.” Though a dragged-out mattress dropped on the deck can help with that. Future Billy: “But how do I get back up?”
Anyway, where was I—oh, Christmas tree.
And if you’re thinking a week into the new year is a little long for still having the tree, I can say I just saw neighbors’s trees on the streets for pick up.
We’ve enjoyed very much this season our little family Christmas tree, cut down and lit up ourselves. It’s sad to see it go. And fantastic to see our living room return.
O Christmas tree …
—Billy
Reading. Writing. Living.
P.S. Actually I don’t know that this tree’s final Timber! will end lying in the gutter, as I hope to take it to friends in the country for a hot, high burst of bonfire flame. Dry Christmas trees make fun fuel for impressive, quick heat blasts, fire shooting up and up …
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