We took the Christmas tree down last Saturday and took it over to the park for recycling. Everyone should do this. If you can get a tree in the house, you can take it to a recycling center.
D-Money was able to sneak it out without arousing suspicion. But keen-eyed Zee immediately noticed something was amiss when she walked into the living room.
"Mommy, where's the tree?"
"Daddy took it back to the forest."
"Because the tree lives in the forest and wants to go back to see its friends."
"We'll see the tree again next Christmas."
A bit of a lie but I don't think I can adequately explain recycling to a three year old. The fault is with me.