A beautiful, enormous, fragrant fresh tree.
We sliced off the bottom, placed it carefully, and watered it.
And it never took in any water.
Within four days, our tree was crispy.
After a week, it looked like this:
And I'd love to say that my living room is usually cleaner than that, but let's be honest. It's usually messier than that. (Although Nicholas usually wears pants...)
As a side note, a week ago I instituted Mommy's Ransom Shelf, where toys go that don't get picked up, and where toys have to stay for a whole week before they can be played with again. Amazingly, the kids have started cleaning up when I ask them to.
Messy living room or not, we simply could not stand looking at that dead, horrid tree any longer.
So we had a bonfire.
The tree place we bought it from was incredibly kind and gave us a new tree, for free,
so on Saturday Kent and Nicholas came home with our newest beauty,
who I'm proud to report is guzzling water faster than I can keep up with.
And Sunday night we got to decorate. For the second time this month.
And now I'm even more appreciative of the beauties of a fresh, vibrant, non-wilted Christmas tree here in my living room.