Goodbye Tree

Today I have decided to finally take down my Christmas tree. It makes me sad that the holidays are over and... wait... what? What are all these bright red and pink decorations doing up at the grocery store? Why are there hearts and flying naked babies littered across every single aisle? What is with this fluffy army of teddy bears, holding hearts emblazoned with romantic catch-phrases? Forget the holiday depression. I suddenly feel a great pressure to do monstrous things with poster-board and glitter...

Goodbye Christmas. Hello Prepare-For-Valentines season.

Happy Thanksgiving... yesterday.

Wednesday:
"Wait. We cannot break bread with you. You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now, my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the roadsides. You will play golf and enjoy hot hors d’oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, “Do not trust the pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller.” And for all these reasons. I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground."