As part of the cleanup from our New Year’s Eve party, we decided it was finally time to take down my beloved first Christmas tree as an adult. I may have gotten a little teary-eyed.
My sadness quickly turned to joy, however, as I realized how we were actually going to accomplish the feat.
Living on the second floor of my building, we decided it made perfect sense to toss it over the balcony.
Here’s my baby, all dressed up and pretty:
And here are Sal and me, having wrapped it up the tree in a Christmas Tree Disposal bag, heaving it over:
Here’s my fallen tree, ready to be dragged off to the dumpster:
Rest in peace, Christmas tree. You were a good tree, and I’ll miss you.
