Yesterday I spent some time doing post-Christmas clean-up, mostly taking down some of the lights I'd put up for the holiday. A number of those lights were on the mighty Fugitree. I decided it was time for the ritual dismembering of the Christmas tree, and -- after carefully removing the fifty Fugitoids and the scattering of silver balls -- I got out my long-handled loppers and proceeded to cut every branch off the tree.
I've done this for the last eight or so years, as I discovered that it makes getting the tree out of the house quite a bit easier, and less messy (not so many needles falling off as I when I used to struggle to manhandle a full, albeit now dried out tree, through the doorway). It's also kind of fun.
For the last five or six years, I've been saving these denuded trunks in the garage, with the idea that at some point I might transform them into walking sticks. I haven't done it yet, but I still hope to. Here's a photo of the remains of the Fugitree with the other trunks in the garage (the Fugitree's trunk is the tallest one).
I want to thank my daughter Emily again for suggesting the idea for the Fugitree -- it turned out to be one of the best-looking Christmas trees we've ever had. -- PL
P.S. I think I am going to offer those fifty Fugitoids for sale, though I have not yet decided on a price.