So we had to get rid of our contra-banned Christmas tree because of room inspections. Apparently a Christmas tree is a fire hazard (pshh!)

After many fruitless requests of people to take our lovely tree and give it home, my folks decided that they would take out precious pine.

My mom was originally going to pick me and the tree up this afternoon, after church and well after everyone in my apartment was awake and willing to help.

She called me at 7:30 this morning and told me that dad, who has the only car that could carry the tree, has to work this evening and would need to drive his car, therefore they could only come to get the tree that morning—more specifically and hour from when she called.

So at 7:40-8:30 this morning I covertly tiptoed into the living room, so as not to unnecessarily wake my roommates, un-decorated the tree, wrapped it up and left the apartment with the pretty pine.

My roommates awoke to a living room with a missing tree and a lightly decorated plant…

Perhaps my heart will grow 3 sizes in the coming days….