So, really, when does the Christmas tree come down?
Well it was written in stone when I was a kid, or maybe in snow. It stayed out until the Magi guys showed up. No matter if it was as bare as a tumbleweed, a brown fire hazard festooned with huge light bulbs, it stayed until January 6. So was it written, so was it done.
finally on that proper day, it was hauled across the rug ,shedding like an English Sheepdog to be deposited in the alley for pickup. This was never done with out my father and neighbors talking about the good old days when they made a huge pile of trees and torched them. Such is history, sweeter than fact and exact as remembered.
I want to share my end of season moment. My tree is small, artificial, quite realistic, and as I sit here next to the pool on a mild 70's day in January, I wish I had someone to tell the tall tales to: of the trees which dwarfed the house, the burning which took three days and melted the ice and snow almost clear to the Canadian boarder.
but, this will have to suffice. I hope your Yule was a good one, and now I feel strongly compelled to have an adult beverage, and continue to rejoice