Earlier this week, Robert and I made the executive decision not to have a Christmas tree. This past month has been hectic for both of us work-wise, then we were away in Hamburg, and when we finally got around to thinking about a tree, it was cold, rainy and windy, and we just couldn’t bothered. Plus, there are no cheap Christmas trees in Denmark, you pay by the centimeter and a decent size tree costs around $100.
However, in Denmark, yesterday was the last shopping day before everything (and I do mean everything) shuts down until the 27th. So in late afternoon, Robert and I headed out in search of groceries and bargains. As we passed a rubbish/recycling island about a block from our flat, I spotted a poor, sad Christmas tree that had already been discarded :(
Christmas trees in general make me a bit sad, especially in the days after Christmas when they’re all piled up waiting to be hauled away to the dump. But this poor tree hadn’t even made it to Christmas! So I said to Robert, “why don’t we take it home?” I didn’t think he’d go for it, but that man is full of surprises…
I’m ambivalent about Christmas trees, but Robert was pretty bummed out about not having one… proof that sometimes the Universe sends us exactly what we need, when we need it.