I absolutely love the holiday season, but I confess I’m having a harder and harder time about the Christmas tree. I’ve always had a thing for trees in general, not just the Christmas variety. They’re so beautiful and stately. They speak to me. It’s like they have souls. Whenever I’ve had to have a tree cut down, I’ve always felt like I was murdering it, even if it was already dead and about to fall on our house. I’d still have to go out and talk to it, apologize profusely, thank it for being such a beautiful part of our landscape, personally forgive it for all those Roto-Rooter calls. Olof calls me a serial anthropomorphizer and he doesn’t mean it kindly.