Once upon a time, a little boy named Jeepers Creepers went on a Christmas tree hunt at a shady little farm in Kingsley, Michigan.
He couldn't believe that the trees were only $25 and was tempted to buy a whole slew of them, dry them out a little bit, jack up the price another $40 and set-up a stand at the end of our street. Isn't that the American way?
But he was able to decide on just one and he picked out a real beauty, loaded her up on top of his Heep (that's his endearing name for our newest and fanciest car) and headed back to his house.
Once he arrived home, his sweet little spotted friend sat around and pouted while he decorated the tree instead of pet her. Isn't she pathetic? As if, he wasn't so busy decorating the tree he would've sat with mom and dad in a circle around her and pet her all afternoon.
And then, just like that, he had a beautiful, freshly cut, and perfectly decorated Christmas tree...complete with silver and red tinsel that he dragged Big Momma to Menard's to buy because he had to have it (or maybe it was the other way around).
And then a few days later, it started snowing and never stopped. Big Momma says it looks like it is going to be a white Christmas. The Weather Channel man shows snowflakes for everyday for the next week.
The end.
And then, just like that, he had a beautiful, freshly cut, and perfectly decorated Christmas tree...complete with silver and red tinsel that he dragged Big Momma to Menard's to buy because he had to have it (or maybe it was the other way around). 
And then a few days later, it started snowing and never stopped. Big Momma says it looks like it is going to be a white Christmas. The Weather Channel man shows snowflakes for everyday for the next week.
The end.
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