I see the first Xmas tree kicked to the curb. That's cold, man. We used to leave ours up until after New Years before pushing it out of the house.

(Actually, in a rare act of green-thinking, my parents got live trees for much of my childhood. The trees came with a giant ball of burlap-wrapped roots, which were kept moist inside a galvanized metal washtub. After the New Year, the tree was planted in the back yard. It was kind of cool: a row of trees ranging from small to large, growing in the yard -- seven or eight of them, if I recall. I think if you're going to do the tree thing, that's the way to do it.)