I used to go traipsing off to the pine forest each year to hand pick a Chrissy Tree, but each year I got more and more saddened by the whole process feeling guilty that I was killing a tree just to decorate my living room for a week or two. I used to always say to my husband, “oh I feel bad, I feel like it is trying not to make eyeconact with me in the hopes I won’t choose it”…eventually we settled for a fake tree, but still make the trip to the forest each year to snip a few bits for garlands….you need the smell you know, to get that real Christmasy feeling.

Anyway, you can imagine how much I laughed when I came across this….You’ve gotta read it from the bottom up okay…..and please excuse the explitives, it wouldnt sound as good without them