I guess Sandra would undress the tree (she being the one who usually dresses it so carefully to begin with) but I (the one who drags it across the field, amputates a fresh inch before jamming it into its stand and depriving it of all moisture for at least two weeks before rudely casting it aside) would definitely strip the damned thing if I participated at all in the tree-denuding phase, which I most assuredly do not.
I usually drag the thing to the edge of the surrounding woods, where it idles and browns until Sandra's huge family descends upon us for their annual sojourn (usually in August). Our traditional bonfire is always capped by the tossing of the 'tree' onto the 2-3AM ember pile, resulting in a crackling reminiscent of Lexington and Concord, and sudden flames, often reaching dozens of feet into the darkness.
We mountain folk are easily amused, especially when in our cups.
Ron.
