Our Christmas tree went missing the other day.
I should begin by explaining that it was a live tree. And practically dead. And once the ornaments were stripped off and retired for another year Mark tossed the thing outside (along with about 1,000,000 pine needles) on the front lawn to wait until treecyling day. (Trust me when I say that dumping an ex-Christmas tree on the front lawn isn’t nearly as trailer-trashy as it sounds. It is acceptable practice here in the neighborhood!)
I woke up the other morning, sleepy as ever, and padded downstairs to start prepping the girls lunches. As I peered groggily out the kitchen window I noticed something strange. Our neighbour’s front lawn had suddenly become a miniature forest – of evergreens – standing tall, stuck here and there in the snowdrifts.
I went to our front window to see if our tree was still there. It wasn’t.
I had to laugh. I was talking about doing the very same thing last year. I thought the girls would enjoy waking up to find a forest (albeit a temporary one) right outside our front door.
Anyway, I checked back awhile later and all the trees were gone.
(I would have kept them.) ;)
