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I'm hosed -- Christmas Coda
I have mentioned in passing that I didn't have much of a chance to have a holiday tree, much less enjoy it, until New Year's approached. So I took the long view, decided to enjoy it past 12th Night (the usual time it comes down) and just pack it up when the time came.
I am into trees -- with a fresh wreath on the door -- and collect unusual ornaments or things that can be used as ornaments. This year, I even broke down and bought a storage box for the tree. The cardboard box has suffered twenty years of use. Now, I have a nice 184 quart plastic box that can store up to a six foot tree. (A store clerk was taking a survey of what people intended to do with the box. His favorite was the person marinating a pig in one.)
However -- if your tree is of European extract (and a glorious tree it is) there's this eensy-weensy problem. The tree does not come apart in enough sections. So there's a foot or two of pole hanging off the end.
*stabbity stabbity stabbity*
(Sound effect lifted from
suricattus)
I can't saw the @#%$@ thing off, it's got a steel pole. So...I will leave it laying in the entry hall like a beached whale, so W can have a laugh. I may have to order something from a holiday store, since probably NO one has any of the storage bags they were selling last month.
Mutter, mutter.... I almost locked this, you know. Who wants to be known as the woman who can gage baking ingredients to the fraction but failed stuffing trees in boxes?
I am into trees -- with a fresh wreath on the door -- and collect unusual ornaments or things that can be used as ornaments. This year, I even broke down and bought a storage box for the tree. The cardboard box has suffered twenty years of use. Now, I have a nice 184 quart plastic box that can store up to a six foot tree. (A store clerk was taking a survey of what people intended to do with the box. His favorite was the person marinating a pig in one.)
However -- if your tree is of European extract (and a glorious tree it is) there's this eensy-weensy problem. The tree does not come apart in enough sections. So there's a foot or two of pole hanging off the end.
*stabbity stabbity stabbity*
(Sound effect lifted from
I can't saw the @#%$@ thing off, it's got a steel pole. So...I will leave it laying in the entry hall like a beached whale, so W can have a laugh. I may have to order something from a holiday store, since probably NO one has any of the storage bags they were selling last month.
Mutter, mutter.... I almost locked this, you know. Who wants to be known as the woman who can gage baking ingredients to the fraction but failed stuffing trees in boxes?
