peechie wrote this in the early afternoon:
So, about that real tree: here it is! [...]

But yeah, Neil used to wander off into the bush with a saw to chop it down. No idea where to buy them.

But if you’d like a dancing singing purple plastic tree-like monstrosity, I can send you one of those from Korea.

And there are tree lots galore around. Some schools raise funds — my wife tells me that while Magee, where she teaches, is not doing it this year, Prince of Wales may very well.

I also recall seeing trees in a vacant lot on the west slope of Robson, if the vacant lots are still there.

Easter.

Mostly I had no clue to what I was supposed to do with it after Christmas, so it stayed in the corner (with the decorations off, at least) until I finally got a little saw, a great big garbage bag, and furtively chopped it to bits and threw it in the dumpster one rainy April night.

Was it a magic tree, somehow staying alive despite my never watering it and the four months it lived in my house? Or was it because I got a Noble Pine (best smelling tree, in my opinion) and the needles just… stayed on better?

Who can say? I never repeated the experiment!