Ghosts of Christmas past

Seems like I haven't been away that long - the streets are full of Christmas trees! I thought at first that they had been buried in the snowdrifts, and only just reappeared like Ötsi as the snow started to melt. The truth is a bit more prosaic: there wasn't room on the sidewalks to throw them out, or on the streets for the mulching trucks. But this is pleasing in its own way: the Christmas trees got to stay longer in people's apartments...