As the clock tolled midnight my wife approached the tree. There was a look in her eyes; I knew she wasn't after that last cherry candy cane (in large part because I had hidden it so damn well at the heart of the tree). Without a word she began to pull an ornament from the tree. Mid-act she paused to look back, ornament in hand, as she said: My reaction you ask? Fear not, sweet, dead, Christmas pine. You're dry enough that your stint in hell will be brief. I'd say you'll see me soon, but you'll be long gone before I get there. Don't worry though, I'll send you a brother or sister down every year.
A bit late but Merry Christmas all, hope you all got good hauls and great times with family and friends.
