It was a magnificent tree. Large and steadily growing with cantilevered, full bodied branches. Only he was too big. On the terrace I had put him in the Christmas tree stand and now I wanted to establish him in the living room. But that was not, he was too long. It was noted out that when setting the fir bit about the living room ceiling scraped and brown marks left behind. The following summer should see Mrs. M once at the ceiling and wonder discover these lines. That was the time when I should tell her everything. Otherwise it would be the short cut Christmas tree never came out.
So I have the big tree to put back on the terrace and scratched me on the head. Below cut off was not because he had a nice ring branches directly above the Christmas tree stand. Was thus only the other end left - the tip. Said and done. I got the garden shears and severed the tip. Now he was without his brown marks on the ceiling, left up easily. Only I had in my zeal to cut off much of the tip. Frankly, I thought the whole point in hand, would have been enough where only a few inches.
saw the tree with no top awful. How amputated. Ms. M would not be happy about this at all. And we know: Happy wife, happy life.
For me, it looked not just happy. It did not help that had to turn back top. But how to get a Christmas peak again at the Christmas tree?
Right!
glue!
But it is not easy to stick a resinous piece to a cold tree. Somehow did not even keep the adhesive force. Hindübeln said, my brain carpenter. That was the solution. A nail heads and half in the trunk and set out to beat the Christmas peak. Telltale sticky residue and remove the tree already has a beautiful head just below the ceiling.
Only Mrs. M was a problem since they insisted that this year again adorned the top would. My suggestion this year, the top "natural" to have been refused. I held my breath as she was the star above laid. But holding the lead.
On Christmas evening, I glanced up again and again, and I had visions of horror by a falling head while we sang Silent Night. But the top was by brave and it would never come up, if not the tell-tale traces had been at the ceiling. to