We leave our tree up for an extended period, usually taking it down after the Epiphany.
Did you know that the true end to the Christmas season is February 2 or Candlemas Day? ( I think that’s how Groundhod Day started. The little guy was just coming out of his hole to get rid of his tree that he’d just taken down.)
So Sunday night, I kept smelling this funny smell. Kind of a burned and musty smell. The men in the house couldn’t smell a thing but that is because they are genetically programed to smell only hops and barley from birth.
Of course I blamed my son first. After inspection, I let him off the hook but was still nagged by that lingering odor.
Imagine my surprise when I discovered it was my Christmas tree. Never has this happened before, but it was turning brown in places so I suppose it’s possible.
It’s gone now and so is the odor. The kids’ pile of gifts under the tree still remains. They are as bad as I am at wanting the season to last forever.
Either that or they are as physically lazy as I am.
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“Nothing irritates me more than chronic laziness in others. Mind you, it’s only mental sloth I object to. Physical sloth can be heavenly.” ~ Elizabeth Hurley
2 responses so far ↓
1 Cascia @ Healthy Moms // Jan 12, 2010 at 5:01 pm
I’ve never experienced that before! Yuck! Sounds like it really is time to take that tree down. We still have ours up but it is a fake.
2 choochoo // Jan 13, 2010 at 4:29 pm
I suppose rot isn’t really one of the chrismassy smells. I have a fake tree. The kind that’ll outlast Cheer and roaches.