As I was taking down the decorations I mentally started talking to it:
I didn't get you out last year. I put you away two years ago saying that next year you'll find us all with a little girl to make happy. Well the little girl.... my daughter.... isn't here. I put you up this year mentally telling you all about how I was childless and brotherless. I wonder how you'll find me in December this year?
See you soon Christmas Tree.
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