A little insight.

We get a real tree. Which finally had to be taken down last night (probably a few days too late). Needles, needles everywhere. I found them in my jeans pocket later.

Anyway, my mom wants the tree (hi Mom!). My dying real tree. To put on her deck. I don't ask anymore, I just say ok.

Here is my email to my mom last night:
"O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree
You're in my backyard now
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree
I hope my mom comes to pick you up
You're losing needles, everyday
So many needles it looks like hay
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree
So sad to see you go"

Here is her reply email:
"O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
I'll come right after lunch.

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,

I do want you a bunch.
Your needles here will stay on deck
Your branches fair the birds will peck.

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree

So good to have you come here."