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[mellicious]

Somebody please heckle me mercilessly until I take my Christmas tree down! (I keep thinking Rob will do this eventually - I mean heckle me, not actually do it - but no dice.)

I know, I know, it's almost fucking Groundhog Day. I am such a slacker.

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Fire Hazard!

[chanfaina.livejournal.com]

Forget the heckling, I am going to nag: Mel, if that's a real tree, you have a little firebomb in your living room, just waiting to ignite. My dad once torched one in the backyard just to see how quickly it would burn. It lit up and he was forced to drop it and turn the hose on it before the paper match had burned out. So, out! Now! For every night it stays in the house, you must sleep with a bucket of water beside the bed!

If it's an artificial tree, though, I think it should stay. Just change the decorations to reflect the change in seasons. Quilt up some little Punxatawney Petes and Valentine hearts and you're good til the end of the month, at least.

[troy.livejournal.com]

You need to both take the tree out (every day you wait is another tree's worth of needles on the floor. You'll have one Christmas tree and 30 trees' worth of needles.

See, I can be virtuous because I took our tree out a week and a half ago. Nyah.

[troy.livejournal.com]

I was trying to say you need to both take the tree and invest in a fire extinguisher.

xxox

[mellificent.livejournal.com]

No, it's not a real tree. It's just a piece of plastic.

(An awfully big fucking piece of plastic that's taking up half my living room.)

[chanfaina.livejournal.com]

Ok, phew. But maybe the bucket of water would still be a good incentive/punishment. Or invite your in-laws for a visit. The embarrassment factor always worked well in our house.

Not in my apartment, though. I have a little fake tree that I use as a nightlight. It's Christmas every day! In my bedroom, anyway. (Hmm. There's a racy joke in there somewhere.)