The very short tale of a Christmas tree
Friday, December 18th, 2009I bought a tree.
A Douglas Fir to be exact.
It was beautiful and smelled so Christmas-y.
The smell reached to every corner of my 2 bedroom cottage.
Clint was gone so me and Eva went to pick a tree.
I picked the most beautiful and least expensive I could find.
It was $19.99.
I brought it in from the truck and put it on the stand all by myself.
That is an amazing feat when you have an 11 month old with you.
Apparently new Christmas trees need lots of water.
I’ve been told that my mother-in-law waters hers every three hours. She even gets up during the night to water her tree.
But then she spent $134.99 on her tree so maybe that is why.
I was told that much too late.
My tree is now dry and crunchy.
If you touch it you can hear needles dropping.
There is a huge pile of needles completely covering my tree skirt.
I will have to get some pictures to share because it is pretty comical.
My beautiful, soft, Douglas Fir lasted one day.
It is a huge 7 foot tall fire hazard.
Merry Christmas.
uh-oh, this is actually good to know. really sad, but good to know as I am sure my tree is about to give up the ghost, because I don not water it very much.
lol sorry Tammy. I should have told you. My tree is still drinking up water, but not as fast as it was at first. Mine is dropping needles too though, even though I’ve been watering it diligently. I think fake is the way to go.
Mine die EVERY year two weeks before Christmas. This year, I was smarter than the tree. We cut it down from our front yard one week before Christmas. I water it every 4 hours (but not in the middle of the night). So far, so good. But, I found a nest in it, and a little bird has been flying around the front door—sad!