tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post3101480814156429639..comments2024-03-28T06:43:50.925-04:00Comments on The Poem Farm: Goodbye to Christmas TreesAmy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-19812920650000937882012-01-15T20:35:15.025-05:002012-01-15T20:35:15.025-05:00We always go and cut our Christmas tree down as a ...We always go and cut our Christmas tree down as a family on Thanksgiving weekend. It is so fun filled with lights and an array of meaningful ornaments that we are sad to take it down at the end of December. But come New Year's day it is always sitting out on the curb - marking the end of another holiday season.Camillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01392844579485557221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-14789608403835306042012-01-15T04:07:57.057-05:002012-01-15T04:07:57.057-05:00I like this. My Christmas tree for the past couple...I like this. My Christmas tree for the past couple of years has been a tiny, fake one as my dogs like to pee on real trees.Rena J. Traxelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07950062537755234879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-76549173988236048602012-01-13T12:17:12.099-05:002012-01-13T12:17:12.099-05:00I'm soooo behind on my blog reading! Love the...I'm soooo behind on my blog reading! Love the poem. It's always so sad to take the tree down, isn't it?Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01786457482835741494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-75102036360012139192012-01-07T08:39:52.069-05:002012-01-07T08:39:52.069-05:00We've gone several years without a tree and I ...We've gone several years without a tree and I can't stand it anymore. I looked for an artsy artificial tree -- just something to hold the ornaments, really -- and what a waste of time that was. (Thank goodness I wasn't so in love with the idea that I also wasted MONEY!!) Decision is made. We'll have a live (or formerly living) tree every year, and we won't have ANY excuses not to have a tree next year!Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-47455632930966332522012-01-06T20:13:50.447-05:002012-01-06T20:13:50.447-05:00i always think "it's just a tree" an...i always think "it's just a tree" and then i'm the last person willing to let it go, ignoring the hourly shed of needles on the floor in favor of thinking "it's got a few more days in it."<br /><br />ours comes down tomorrow. his name is edgar. he will missed. he will be mulched.<br /><br />lovely poem.david elzeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16653215150526146224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-80011267584174434312012-01-06T10:15:38.537-05:002012-01-06T10:15:38.537-05:00We are able to take our trees to be mulched so fee...We are able to take our trees to be mulched so feel they serve another purpose at least. Poems that show things addressed are such fun, can be serious and whimsical and yours today is a little of both. I love that sound and feeling of 'whispered warmth on winter nights'!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.com