As I drive around our neighbourhood there are still signs out announcing that this place or that is selling Christmas Trees.
I think they cater to the Late and Unlamented.
The easiest way to get that man to refuse to do anything was to tell him you thought it was a good idea. I swear, he’d have quit breathing if I had just told him to keep going. He was the personification of the old joke:”I’ll do it. You don’t have to keep reminding me every six months.”
One year he decided he was going to cut a tree rather than purchase one, and walked away from the house carrying an axe. If you stood in our yard and looked in every direction there was nothing but deciduous trees – not an evergreen in sight. I don’t know who he thought he was kidding.
When I left for church with the girls on Christmas Eve we still did not have a tree, but there was one in the living room when we returned.
He’d gone out after we left and stolen one from a lot someplace!
thisendoftheswamp 
Hahahahaha!
Seriously???? He STOLE it??? You’re kiddin’, right? ;)p
Lucie, I only wish I was kidding. He was a real gem.
Oh dear…😐