It is January the 8th.
Our tree is still up.
Two unopened presents and about four opened presents still remain tucked under the branches.
And the cats have been teased to long. They are now attacking the tree with excitement and intensity.
We must take it down tonight.
But that is what all three of us have been saying since January first.
Perhaps we shall leave it year round.
We will be those people with their christmas tree still up.
People will point and laugh.
My mom will shake her head in disapproval.
No doubt the apartment will write us a letter saying they can see the tree from the window and could we please take it down so that the apartments all look uniform and presentable.
Bitches.
Don't try to make me conform.
I will not!
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