Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a Christmas tree this time of year? The other evening, as I passed a lonely and dismal tree lot, I counted my blessings that I am not a Christmas tree. It just so happens that there were actually ten blessings I counted — and here is why there were ten sweet, sweet blessings:
1. The very instant I am finally having the time of my life, someone would come out with a saw and cut me down with much brutality.
2. No one could hear me scream or tell great jokes.
3. Riding in a truck bed, doing 60 mph in freezing temperatures while my needles are being ripped off is no way to ride.
4. Upon arrival at the Christmas tree marketplace, a guy would hack away at my severed trunk to “even me out.”
5. I would be placed among the other dying trees that no one can hear while they are screaming or telling relevant holiday jokes.
6. People would walk by and shake their heads at me in a disapproving manner.
7. Some drunk guy on Christmas eve would cuss something at me in a angry fashion, then I would be bound up, placed again in a cold truck bed, and sent down the frozen road.
8. Once in their ramshackle trailer, more limbs would be hacked off, then screws would be twisted into my base as I am positioned carefully between a Confederate flag and a nativity scene made of plastic.
9. I would be adorned with burdensome trinkets of varying sizes and varying Happy Meal toys.
10. a) I would either die of thirst and spontaneously explode or b) slowly die of thirst and be set along the road only to be picked up by yet another truck that will take me to the junkyard.
What would be the worst thing to happen to you if you were, in fact, a Christmas tree at Christmas time?
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