When in Canada, I lived in an apartment tower.
At a designated hour a few days after Christmas,
we’d take the dried out Christmas tree onto the
balcony and toss it over, watching the tree fall
many stories. It was neat, and sure beat hauling
a needle-shedding mess through the hall to the elevators
and down to ground level.
And then when the snow melted and the water rose you caught a lot of Bass right off your balcony? Sweet! ;)