Our Christmas tree's lovely branches no longer thrill thee. I have been given clearance by Tim to tell this story. Not that I was going to wait for his permission, but it certainly makes me feel less guilty about telling it now. So, most people know my husband takes care of a huge, beautiful golf course, filled with lush grass, native plants, and other living things among it. And, I must say he's damn good at it. I mean, he does have a degree in the field, has several years under his belt, and is one of the youngest superintendents in the area. Besides that, we have the best lawn in the neighborhood. It's always this deep green beautiful color and our flowers are always thriving and the best on the block. So, why would I question his ability to take care of a freshly cut Noble Fir Christmas tree? Of course not!
Every year we buy from the same Christmas tree lot and every year we get a really good tree that thrives right on past the new year. This year certainly wasn't going to be any different. We decided to get our tree even earlier this year, going on the Sunday after Thanksgiving. Very excitedly, we picked out what we believed to be the "perfect" tree. This is the first year Sophie really knew what was going on so she was a fantastic help and was just as excited. We ended up bringing the tree in the house on a Monday and decorating it that evening as well. Everything was fine until good 'ol Tuesday came along. I'm sitting on the couch, minding my own business, and Tim comes in from the backyard with this bright blue concoction, believed to be in liquid form. Thinking back, he might as well had goggles and a beaker in his back pocket. Of course, I'm still not questioning what is going on, but I definitely had a moment of wonder come across me. Next thing you know, he's down on the ground, pouring this blue poison into our Christmas tree stand (it wasn't even a sky or ocean blue, it was like this bright teal-like color, reminiscent of the popular color in the 80's).
Tim, the mad scientist he is, thought a little fertilizer would help the little tree last even longer. Apparently, our tree didn't feel the same way. After all, the tree isn't exactly buried in the ground with roots and soil and all that good stuff. It is, in fact, kind of dead after being chopped down by Christmas tree people. I began to wonder why our tree was looking more and more lifeless after its latest feeding. I was beginning to think Sophie was getting up in the middle of the night and picking at the branches. I realized something wasn't right when I accidentally brushed by it and an entire branch fell off. Now, no one is allowed to come within a 2-foot radius of the tree, otherwise, it might just disappear.
So, I think Tim has learned his lesson and will not play mad scientist with the Christmas tree next year. We may just stick to good 'ol sugar water. We just found out the boy scouts aren't picking up trees until January 6th.....we were kind of hoping for a December 26th pick-up, but no such luck. We're just praying for this puppy to make it to Christmas Eve! It for sure is coming down right after Christmas, and I, for the first time, will be the first to say see ya later!!!
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