First Day of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…

…a replacement for a Bradford pear tree!

Wretched trees, Bradford pears. They stink like dying tuna, they fall apart in snow or wind (the official reason is, I kid you not, “weak crotches”) and the bloody things sucker like the devil if they get into a suckering mood. Landscapers plant them because they grow really fast and look impressive very quickly, and their flowers really are spectacular. Then they self-destruct at about the twenty-year mark. Not a good plant.

5 Responses to “First Day of Christmas”

  1. The first day of Christmas is not for 11 days. I’ve been really struggling not to hit people who think the twelve days of Christmas culminate with the birth, when in fact they culminate with the arrival of the three kings, who got a little lost in India and missed the big event.

    On the other hand, any excuse at all to replace a Bradford pear sounds good to me.

  2. You know that and I know that, but just try to find somebody who’s heard of “Epiphany.” Everybody’s usually sick to death of Christmas by January.

  3. This is gonna be fun! Here’s an ephiphany…three king’s day is jan 6th, when, as a child we traditionally took down the tree. Of course that was before the days of Christmas sales in August. Can’t wait for the next 11 Ursula…and i promise to reread them on the “correct” days when they will be twice as nice :)

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  5. Bradford pears . . . upon further research, those are apparently the trees that have been steadily and happily self-destructing in my yard. The house is about forty years old, but the previous owner was a tree nut and bought the place about twenty years ago.

    That explains a lot.

    I’ll stop waiting for them to recover, then. But I want a wombat to bring me a replacement :)

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