Not this year.
There is a long story about how the Christmas tree came to our house,
but just know a love-hate relationship had developed
between me and this tree two weeks ago.
Our Christmas Day evening meal with the tree in the background.
All the while we were eating, this is what was happening under the tree...
Pine needles. I'd been vacuuming almost daily under the tree
This year, the day after Christmas, we decided the tree had to come down.
The Husband and My Dad threw around some ideas and finally
decided to cut the tree into pieces right in the livingroom. Any attempts
to carry this shedding mess out of the house would make my house
look like a pine tree forest.
The guys went to work with their snipping tools and slowly
and literally trimmed the tree.
Just touching a branch would cause needles to shower down.
The sheet was doing a great job capturing most of the needles, but we
also scrapped the floor and filled an ice cream bucket.
Here is the poor, naked tree in my livingroom.
The Husband decided the star should go back on the tree for a final photo.
The 2010 Christmas Tree
And a close-up of the painted trunk.
I am convinced this was a dead tree that had been
painted to sell.
Some final fun for our tree trimming day.
Takes on a whole new meaning now, doesn't it!