I'm not entirely anti-Christmas tree. I love the ritual of going with the family to pick it out, I love the glowing light in the living room, and of course I love the smell. I just can't fathom spending sixty dollars on a dead tree that was shipped across the US to sit in my house for three weeks before it's thrown by the curb. About a week ago my boyfriend and I helped my parents wrestle their tree into their house. After the gargantuan tree was off the truck, up the two flights of stairs, and roped to the wall (we had one fall over at one point)- we stopped to admire its piny glory. At that moment Damian noticed the price tag- $120. To which he exclaimed "wow, that's five fruit trees." A week later, my newest Christmas tradition was born. The edible tree. This year I picked a citrus; valencia orange to be exact. I figure that by the time I'm 50 I'll have planted an orchard of Christmas trees. Sure I forgo the picking it out with the family and the lights are not as bright as the tree is small, but least ways the smell is amazing. I have a Christmas tree that is blooming.
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