The great Christmas tree dilemma

My artificial Christmas tree is on its last legs. Or rather, last branches. And it’s only five years old. The pre-lit fake Frasier fir was part of a concession package I received from Barbara in 2012 after I agreed to get a dog. I had resisted finding a pet because, as an empty nester, I wanted complete freedom from responsible parenting. I reported that fact to you in this space five years ago.

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