.The Tree That Was.

Is no more.
Yup it's gone.
After less than twenty four hours Scotty developed a severe allergic reaction to the beautiful tree I gushed over last night.
I held my little guy against my chest in the childrens' bathroom as we let it fill with hot steam. I gave him a nebulizer treatment and watched him struggle to catch a breath, listened to him cough and then gag as he gasped for air. I listened to his breathing, ragged and labored, wiped his nose, kissed his hot forehead, and realized a silly Christmas tree was not worth this.
So severe were his allergies and my reaction to them that we stripped the tree of our decorations and lights and short lived memories and flung it outside as quickly as possible.
I have swept, scoured, cleaned as much of the reminder of that tree away as I can.
I am a little sad, a little blue. I didn't even get one good photo.
It's artificial from here on out, but not until next year.
We are done with trees this year.
{Bah-humbug}.