December 22, 2002 at 5:48 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

oh. christmas tree.
It’s tradition. Every year, before we go pick out our Christmas tree, my dad declares: “Next year, we’re getting an artificial tree.” This year, he had a flash of inspiration.

I said that it’s part of Christmas to go out and pick out a live tree. It’s a fun tradition. My dad replied that it just seems like a big hassle. So many fallen pine needles all over the rug, a whole entire tree gone to waste. But he agreed that it’s sorta fun to go and pick a tree out. “We need an artificial tree farm,” he said. He described a vast field full of fake trees… green ones, silver and white ones, some pre-decorated and playing music. “We’ll serve hot chocolate!” he said. I told him that if he ever starts an artificial tree farm, he can count on me to help run it. I wouldn’t miss that for anything.

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