Today I did something I swore I would never do: I bought a fake Christmas tree, a fake.
It broke my heart a little to do it, but my friend LaReyna scared me and said that trees in Las Vegas can catch on fire easily because it’s so dry. So I went to Target and stared down all the fakes on display. I circled them slowly, stared at their plastic branches, glared at other shoppers doing the same. I hope Target knows that it took a bit of my soul today in exchange for that fake.
What kind of tree do you bring into your home at the holidays? A fresh one or a plastic one?
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