Arghhh, you rascally scoundrel, you no good sunava, frichet frachet...

I spent a very good portion of my morning today wrestling with the Christmas tree. This little sucker just didn't want to go in its box. Doesn't it always end like this - so happy and carefree when the tree is going up, and then a month later all the cussing and kicking and crying as you try to put it away. And it never, never, goes back in as well as it came out.

Gotcha!

Oh well, I figure I got a good 2 Activity Points for those 20 minutes of bending and grabbing and lifting and sweating.
I am seriously considering a real tree next year. Except, this is what they look like here (no beautiful Douglas firs for us!):

There's nothing really wrong with them, per se, but they just aren't the same. But to be able to pick it up and just throw it to the curb and make it someone else's problem? Now that sounds nice.