Despite my horrendous allergies and asthma as a kid, my mother insisted not only on having a real Christmas tree every year (and one that always rivaled Rockerfeller Plaza in terms of size), but she would make my father apply a slurry of ivory soap flakes and water on it to simulate snow.Here lies our good friend, @Supe. They lived a full life. An engineering life. But, alas, the pollen filled their eyes and nose and took them quickly.
*throws a handful of pollen into the grave*
So the kid, with a terrible pine allergy, got to smell a SOAPY PINE TREE from Thanksgiving weekend through the first week of January.
And everyone wonders why I hate the holidays so much?
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