Friday, December 26, 2014

Dead Christmas Trees:

My beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead Christmas trees of the world.
Not that I'm any sadder than usual. I just like the metaphor. Dead Christmas trees are really sad. All the huge buildup to the holidays, the anticipation, the waiting, and then the days after? Dead trees lying along the streets, waiting for the next garbage pickup.

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