Fiona

My Christmas tree is named Fiona. She has always been named Fiona, from the time I was out of my parents house and had my own tree separate from theirs. I don't know why, it just always seems to fit her. How many little girls have been named Fiona, I wonder, since the release of Shrek

My good friend Cheryl says she and her husband used to leave their tree up until whenever, but now the goal is to get it down before their child's birthday. I thought this is a great time frame perhaps I would adopt it, too. After all, she is still healthy and I enjoy the lights. Of course the birthday to which Cheryl refers is Jan 12th, while Princess A's big day is not til February 18th.

Alas, Miss Fiona was put out to pasture today. And I do mean that literally. She is in the backyard next to the bird feeders in the hope that birdies will find her branches inviting and come by to visit. The sight of Christmas Trees (especially those that are still perfectly healthy) out by the side of the road always depresses me. Such a sad sight. Fiona will live with us until there is no longer green in her needles. Then, I guess she will have the traditional burial - being tossed over the hill into the woods in the backyard.