THE LAST CHRISTMAS TREE
“What is it?” “It’s a Christmas Tree.” “No, it’s not.” “Dad, this is your fault.” “It’s not my fault … why is it my fault?” “Because you procrastinate.” “You’re not old enough to know what that word means.” “You don’t even know how old I am … do you?” “Ah ... ten ... eleven?” “I’m fourteen and I know what procrastinate means. “Are you suggesting …?” “No, I’m telling you. We would have had a better choice of trees if you hadn’t…” “…procrastinated.” “Good evening, folks, this is the last one. Isn’t she a beauty?” “Are you kidding? You’re right about it being the last one. And I’m not wondering why?” “It’s a magic Christmas tree and will bring the owner much luck.” “Much luck, my Aunt Fanny. How much is it?” “Twenty.” “TWENTY DOLLARS? You’ve been dipping at the eggnog … haven’t you?” “As a matter of…” “I’ll give you a dollar. No, on second thought, you give me a dollar and I’ll take it off of your hands. I will remove it from your life.” “...