A lonely little Christmas tree, sitting at the curb. But why? Christmas isn't over - it isn't even begun. (And Orthodox Christmas is after, not before.)
Were they allergic? Was it the wrong shade of green? Was it too much of a burden to care for it? Did they give up on Christmas after all?
How cruel to reject the little tree, and deprive it of the only fun Christmas trees get to have before they turn, like all of us, to mulch.
So I decided to take it home.
Trouble was, I was on my way out to dinner.
Three hours later ... yep, it was still there. So I picked it up and carried it home ...
On the subway ...
... to my apartment.
Tomorrow I'll decorate it.
