Judging by the many Christmas trees I am seeing on the curb corners these days, I must be the only one who does this: I have begin cutting off branches and placing them into vases on the dining room table. This prolongs Christmas and it fills the apartment with the woods-y scent of pine. I should mention my parents left their trees up for months when I was little. I think the longest they left it up was Easter. What can I say=we're artists. We do things different. (That said-try my suggest-the place smells fantastic-like bringing the outdoors in:a good antidote to winter cabin fever.)
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