Yesterday was the twelfth day of Christmas - the official end of the Christmas season in the Christian World, the day when the wise men arrived at the stable, and the day that we took down our Christmas tree. It was also the first day of "just how long ARE we going to be finding Christmas tree needles?! Make no mistake - our taking down the tree had nothing at all to do with any symbolic "end of the era" or family tradition. It simply had to go. For the second time in 3 years, we got a white spruce tree and also for the second time in 3 years, it started shedding it's needles like a porcupine sheds quills - fast and furious!! One brush of the hand and poof - hundred of needles raining down. It took me literally an hour to vacuum up all the needles (two FULL canisters worth).
Oddly, Mr. "Someone's going to come and take my Kitmas tee" neurosis boy upon learning that we'd be hauling the beloved tree out to the curb said, "Oh good!" I give up. I'll never understand him!
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