At the intersection of New Hampshire Avenue and East-West Highway this evening I learned a horrible truth. What becomes of Christmas trees that are not sold by late Christmas Eve?
They are heaped upon a burning pyre, their ashes sent skyward to a god who, perhaps, savors the pine scent of unsightly, unloved conifers filling his nostrils.
A burnt offering on Christmas. The pagans are smiling.
Posted by cradle at December 24, 2010 10:45 PMHallelujah! Hosanna in excelsis!
Posted by: Andrew Farrington at December 24, 2010 10:55 PMWTF is this place?
Posted by: Kan at December 24, 2010 11:30 PMKan,
On the East Coast, Christmas trees are sold outdoors in small lots by the roadside.
Posted by: David at December 24, 2010 11:37 PM