I took a trip down memory lane today when my Mom emailed me this photo….
I snapped this photo (probably with a disposable camera!) of my sad little Christmas tree in 2000, my first holiday away from my family. I was living in a house in Boulder, CO, with 4 (yes, FOUR) male roommates. Let’s just say, they weren’t as “into” Christmas as I was. So, when they decided not to go in on a tree with me, I resorted to a more creative technique.
I found a hand saw in the garage and cut a branch off the gigantic fir tree/bush in our rental front yard. Then I stuck the branch in a 5gal bucket with some bricks and water, strung some popcorn and cranberries, made a tinfoil star, grabbed a few candy canes and, voila! Christmas Tree!
Unfortunately the first night my roommate’s dog at the popcorn and cranberry garland… all of it. Next he worked on the candy canes. Poor guy pooped peppermint string and berries for days.
Merry Christmas!
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