I love a gorgeous Christmas tree — if it’s still planted in the yard — surrounded with tiny outdoor lights in soft colors that don’t blink.
Every year, millions of trees are cut down to adorn our homes for a few weeks, and then thrown to the curb awaiting trash pickup.
We probably kill more fir trees between Thanksgiving and Christmas than a bolt of lightning hitting a drought plagued mountainside.
But there is another source of Christmas
fearcheer only someone who is owned by a cat or dog understands.
This is the time of year when you find that the neatly wrapped presents have morphed into piles of paper littering the floor — with the tree piled on top.
In honor of the reasons why I don’t have a Christmas tree, I bring you this:
And here are two other reasons I don’t have a…
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