Dead Christmas Trees: My Westchester Confession
Disclaimer: I am a dad living in Westchester, New York. The names of all people, but not all places, have been changed to protect the innocent and me from the glares of my neighbors who are definitely not reading this blog. The space beneath my porch is a graveyard for Christmas trees. Every year since I moved back to Westchester from New York City, no matter how diligent I am about putting the corpse of Christmas past at the end of my driveway, somehow it never gets taken. The wind blows it away, or the snow buries it, and then one March day, when the garbage men are no longer collecting trees, or they are, and I'm just too self conscious to put the evergreen out where my neighbors can see it, I drag it under the porch. I don't remember this being a problem for my parents. In my youth, our family's trees were purchased at Westchester Greenhouses and Farm, put up the week after Thanksgiving, and brought down the day after New Years. Of course, if this were an issue for my ...