So the dreaded packing away of the Christmas tree and decorations is over and done with, well I say packed away, it was thrown into the cupboard under the stairs awaiting our next sort out day. Every year I swear I am going to get hubby to take the fake tree down and put it away and again this year I'm wishing I did, it's a crappy wire one that requires every branch fluffing, bending and folding each time, ick ick ick.
As I was thinking to myself how much I wanted to ditch the tree and get a better, not falling apart one it happened (replays the whole horrrible scene in slow motion), the tree reached out with its branches and BIT ME. Totally took a bite out of my new sweater as well, I can only assume that Christmas Trees these days have added ESP! So the decision is made, as soon as the hubster gets off shift the tree is going away to 'live on a farm'!