We all* know Christmas is very over. However, do not tell that to my tree standing tall, dried out and dusty in my living room. I just cannot part ways with it quite yet. And more over, I do not like the idea of tossing it in the garbage to be smothered in dirty diapers in the dump. It is simply too pretty to be disposed of that way. So my plan is to take it out the back door (a midnight operation no doubt) and drag it up hill (aka my backyard) to lay it to rest in peace and decay amongst its brethren.
A co-worker told me she names her Christmas tree every year. I thought it was quite strange that she would name an inanimate object like that. Cheryl and I had a good laugh about that on our way home yesterday.