Ode to the Artificial Tree

Okay, not so much an ode... but I was thinking the other day as I spread out the tips of our new artificial pre-lit Christmas tree how much I love an artificial tree. Sure I don't get that fresh cut pine-like smell, but I also don't get a rash from dealing with the needles as I set the tree in an appropriate sized dish of water. I don't have to worry if the tree will dry out to a dangerous level and whether the lights will become a fire hazard. I don't have to worry about bugs or needles constantly dropping on the floor. I love trees, and recycling and caring for the environment. I love hiking through the woods and camping in a tent under the stars in various national and state parks. I love being a "green" type of person. And while there is a definite "green-ness" in having a real tree in our home, it is the week after Christmas that gives me the creeps. I walk out the door and am assaulted by the sight of Christmas tree carcasses. They dot the landscape in what seems like a blatant and sad reminder that the holidays are over and people are moving on. Enough with that tree, it has served its purpose and can now be disposed of... old, dry, useless. Call me crazy, but I just can't do it. I would much rather fold up our lovely tree and store it in a box to be pulled out and enjoyed again and again.