It's January and the X-Mas trees line the curb, waiting to be mulched. It's such a sad sight in many ways. How proud they look, despite laying there, cold...alone...in the snow.
Today I ran across one who took a lamp with him. Maybe for a little light during the long, dark nights. Maybe to exact revenge on his former owners. Or maybe he has a good book to finish!
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