One day, they are filled with bright lights and sparkling ornaments. They are the centerpiece of holiday celebrations and a yearly family tradition. Children gaze in wonder at their beauty and never forget the spectacle.
The next day they are mulch, among the humblest of all plant matter.
Such is the life of a Christmas tree. But the cycle — from shining symbol of the season to ground-up trunk and needles — has become a tradition all its own.
Volunteers endure cold drizzleto help area residents recycletheir Christmas trees . . .
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