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Today, after the horrendous cold death that was the Monticello Christmas Parade, we went out to buy a Christmas tree. We were going to cut down our own tree and take it home. What fun! Not. The best tree there was about 6 feet tall. What?!?! That's not a tree! That's a shrub! That's something you put in a pot on your sidewalk! And to make things worse, they were going to charge us 90 friggin' bucks for it. To make the most of my time, I crafted snowballs and smote each of my family members with one. That was all right. Now I must return to the evil Literature project that just WON'T GO AWAY!!!!