it was the perfect shape, perfect (huge) size...we picked it and had it cut down...
but slowly, it started to fall apart before our very eyes.
after a week or two, we started sweeping up piles this size every few days...
to the point where the bottom of the tree was bare, brown branches...
if you touched it, brushed it, bumped into it, or even walked to heavily near it...
a shower of dry pine needles came trickling to the floor.
we even debated getting another one the week of christmas because it was so sad looking...
but she stood firm to the end...christmas morning was picture perfect (the darker lighting and presents help a lot)
but christmas night, she came down!
after all ornaments and lights were down, this was the sad sight...
i seriously felt bad for the tree!
and out the door, leaving a green carpet behind
so long tree
you were perfect
you just couldn't last
(next year we're hoping not to pick the same kind!)
