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DigginThePast said:Did ya take it off the top?
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Red James cash said:Take a sawzall to the ceiling![]()
i never said i wuz very smertspartacus53 said:aa, you're going about this all wrong, there is no need to cut anything
Red, good idea, but too much work and potential mess to deal with later
DO you notice how your tree is laying in this photoWell, just leave it there and trim only the top and the sides of the tree. Lighting is a breeze when you don't have to run around the tree for days with stings of lights. Just stand over it and drop the lights down
Do I have to do everything for you
Spartacus53, making your Christmas simple![]()
thats about the same thing here.gleaner1 said:I remember as a young boy, my dad would take me and the whole fam dam to cut down the chrismas tree every year. We would all trod out in the deep snow in the tree grove, look at trees and somehow agree upon which one to cut. My mom usually had the last word. It was cheap back then five or maybe ten bucks for a good one (blue spruce). Dad cut ours, a crappy pine, then got a real beauty blue spruce for my aunty (my dad's sister). We get to her house, drag the thing in, we are all a bit excited. It was a surprise of sorts. The tree was a little big, anyway, she sees it and hates it and says something like "what the heck am I gonna do with that thing?". Well, my dad got a look on his face to beat the devil and grabbed the tree and dragged that friken thing all the way back through the house out the back door and threw it into the truck bed and left a hell of a mess in the house, all the needles and such. We got the hell out of there. My mom and my poor little sister were besides themselves, I was stupified, but I felt his pain. I dont remember much after that but man, it was just a frikin terrible scene. My grandmother did not know whether to crap or wind her watch. Anyway, my aunt put up a real gem of a tree that year, a fake one, the fake ones were up and coming back then, and not really seen as acceptable by purists, as may be seen today. I think that was the year I got the stupid electrical experiment kit instead of the metal detector that I so desperately wanted for christmas. I love chrismas. Most christmas dilemnas are easy. But not all of them.
aa battery said:thats about the same thing here.gleaner1 said:I remember as a young boy, my dad would take me and the whole fam dam to cut down the chrismas tree every year. We would all trod out in the deep snow in the tree grove, look at trees and somehow agree upon which one to cut. My mom usually had the last word. It was cheap back then five or maybe ten bucks for a good one (blue spruce). Dad cut ours, a crappy pine, then got a real beauty blue spruce for my aunty (my dad's sister). We get to her house, drag the thing in, we are all a bit excited. It was a surprise of sorts. The tree was a little big, anyway, she sees it and hates it and says something like "what the heck am I gonna do with that thing?". Well, my dad got a look on his face to beat the devil and grabbed the tree and dragged that friken thing all the way back through the house out the back door and threw it into the truck bed and left a hell of a mess in the house, all the needles and such. We got the hell out of there. My mom and my poor little sister were besides themselves, I was stupified, but I felt his pain. I dont remember much after that but man, it was just a frikin terrible scene. My grandmother did not know whether to crap or wind her watch. Anyway, my aunt put up a real gem of a tree that year, a fake one, the fake ones were up and coming back then, and not really seen as acceptable by purists, as may be seen today. I think that was the year I got the stupid electrical experiment kit instead of the metal detector that I so desperately wanted for christmas. I love chrismas. Most christmas dilemnas are easy. But not all of them.
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aa battery said:thats about the same thing here.gleaner1 said:I remember as a young boy, my dad would take me and the whole fam dam to cut down the chrismas tree every year. We would all trod out in the deep snow in the tree grove, look at trees and somehow agree upon which one to cut. My mom usually had the last word. It was cheap back then five or maybe ten bucks for a good one (blue spruce). Dad cut ours, a crappy pine, then got a real beauty blue spruce for my aunty (my dad's sister). We get to her house, drag the thing in, we are all a bit excited. It was a surprise of sorts. The tree was a little big, anyway, she sees it and hates it and says something like "what the heck am I gonna do with that thing?". Well, my dad got a look on his face to beat the devil and grabbed the tree and dragged that friken thing all the way back through the house out the back door and threw it into the truck bed and left a hell of a mess in the house, all the needles and such. We got the hell out of there. My mom and my poor little sister were besides themselves, I was stupified, but I felt his pain. I dont remember much after that but man, it was just a frikin terrible scene. My grandmother did not know whether to crap or wind her watch. Anyway, my aunt put up a real gem of a tree that year, a fake one, the fake ones were up and coming back then, and not really seen as acceptable by purists, as may be seen today. I think that was the year I got the stupid electrical experiment kit instead of the metal detector that I so desperately wanted for christmas. I love chrismas. Most christmas dilemnas are easy. But not all of them.![]()
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