This years Christmas tree was first spotted by Megan behind our Volunteer Fire Department.
I never understood the point of cutting down a living tree for a religious purpose. Add in the fire and mold hazard and you have an appointment with disaster.
While shopping for a tree two years ago, in an unprovoked attack, my only son smashed a slush ball against the back of my head. As I reached for his throat I was stopped by the Christmas spirit. Or it was Lisa, I'm not sure.
A fake tree is safer. Cost less over time, saves time and is slightly less work to install.
So why do I battle the weather, cough up the cash and kill an afternoon? Why do I lie awake wondering if the toxic arborvitae has enough water?
Because my wonderful wife grew up with a real Christmas tree. Thanks Grandma.
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