That was when we made the switch to an artificial tree also. It, along with a collection of ornaments accumulated over our lifetimes, lives up in my attic. After my husband passed 7 years ago, it would have just seemed too sad to have put that tree with those ornaments again, even if I could have brought it down by myself. (It had been a two-man job, me handing stuff down to him from the trap door.)
So I've reverted to real trees like we had throughout the last century, with a few new ornaments that lack the history of those now abandoned in the attic. I'd forgotten how wonderful fir trees smell, and after New Years, I haul it up into the woods to one of our brush piles where it provides habitat for the wildlife.
Right now I'm snowed in, and hoping my snowplow guy hasn't forgotten me. Even more hoping nothing bad has happened to him, but not wanting to bug him with a phone call - will wait until tomorrow. At least I got all the paths around my house and barn shoveled last night.
But when I do get plowed out, Getting this year's tree is on the agenda. This was last year's tree.
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