But our tree started like this:
This year we got a jump on things and got our tree up nice and early - the weekend after Thanksgiving - but didn't get a chance to take it down until this weekend. By the time we got to it, the poor tree hadn't been watered in over a week. As payback for the neglect the tree seems to have just exploded when I tried to wrestle the ornaments and lights off and pry off the stand. The bit on the carpet was the tip of the iceberg and by the time I got it out the door the were barely any needles on the branches. After struggling with the tree I barely got through cleaning half the needles off the carpet before I needed a break so when Todd got home from running errands he found bits of pine tree all over the front steps, in the entry way, in the hallway and allover the carpet. As he came in from the car he could hardly believe that there were more pine needles each time he opened a door. Phew. Good thing there are 11 months before we need to wrangle with another tree. (Don't get me wrong - I love real trees, but I forget that bad things happen when you forget to water them.)
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