I Don't Get It

I'm still not sure why Ryan wants to get a fake tree for Christmas next year. What could be better than picking out a tree, the fresh Christmas-y smell when you get home from work and throwing out the tree year-after-year over our balcony?

Maybe, maybe it is the thousands of needles that we could hear falling from the tree on a daily basis, or the amount of needles that we are continuing to find around our house.

No matter how our tree ends up (see example), I still love getting a live tree every year. Maybe next year we'll try buying one from a tree farm rather than a parking lot.