Yep ... the one from December.
First Sarah allows me to keep it up and decorated in our house until after the Super Bowl ... the official end of the Holiday Season.
In spite of the brown needles, the aroma of Christmas wafts through the rottenness of January into the first full week of February ... then winter's almost over ... and who really gives a rat's ass about winter.
Well ... except for Bill Berry (not the former drummer for REM but the other one) who lost his mind a long time ago at the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary ... along with lots of other up-and-coming "Professional Christians" ... who loves snow.
And the girls who love ice skating ... outside ... on actual ice ... which is C.O.L.D. ... but I retain high hopes they will grow out of it.
Anyway ... after taking the Christmas Tree down and throwing it on the Beloved Back Deck, I wait until it's warm enough to actually sit outside and burn it.
Yesterday was such a day.
The windows are open ... the sliding glass doors are too ... so I cut up the Christmas Tree and burn it in the fire pit.
Just like Jesus and the Little Drummer Boy commanded us to do in the Bible.
Christmas Trees burn with a SNAP ... CRACKLE ... and POP ... unlike ordinary trees.
I hate giving up the Tree but am very excited about Spring and warm weather so it makes everything better.
So happy burning of the tree!
Merry Spring to all!
Summers almost here!
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