My mom and I finally got a Christmas tree today! With only three days left before Dec. 25th, it was getting down to the wire. We ended up buying a little table top tree from a vendor in the ever classy neighborhood of Lakeport (or, as I like to call it: Lake Puerto Rico). Anyway, the guy selling trees was sitting in his truck, dressed up like Santa (kinda), and reading the newspaper. He didn't get out of his truck until it was clear we had picked out the tree we wanted. He came over, took our money, mumbled, "Merry Christmas", and lumbered back into his truck. He didn't even help us put the little pine in the back of our car! What kind of Christmas tree selling Santa was this?! A grumpy one, that's what.
Later I went to work, and I asked my boss what he was doing for Christmas. He said, "Probably nothing." To which I replied with horror, "You mean, you're going to be all alone?" "Yup. I'd say so." He was the most unjolly sight I'd seen all day, and that's including Grumpy Santa.
There are tons of cookies at work. When I walked in, it looked like Betty Crocker had exploded deliciousness all over the workroom.
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