A Holiday Tale Starring Ginger Knobb and Sunday Valentine
	Ginger. ::snore:: Sunday. ::calling from next room:: "Oh, Ginger! I've got a surprise for you!"
	::grumble:: "Wha? Grmmph. What is it this time?"
	S. "Get up, roomie! I have something to show you!" G. "This had better be good."
	"Oh. My. What. And even more important, Why?"
	S. "It's a sleigh! For when we go to the tree farm to chop down our Christmas tree! Isn't it fab?" G."Whaddya mean, 'Chop down our Christmas tree'?" S."It's a Valentine family tradition! Mid-December, we all go down to the tree farm and chop down a Christmas tree and drag it home on a sleigh!"
	G."You're kiddin', right?" S. ::bewildered:: "No, I'm not. I thought maybe since this is our first Christmas away from home, we should share some traditions."
	G. "Yeah, hon, I do recall you saying something to the effect. But might I mention that one of the Knobb family traditions is to use an artificial tree."
	"B-b-but, that's practically sacrilege! A fake tree! It's not Christmas!"
	"Artificial, not fake. You make it sound so cheap. And it's Christmas to me. Besides, if we got a real tree, we'd have all sorts of bother, what with havin' to vaccuum up all the needles, and waterin' and then recyclin' it afterward. Believe me, a fake tree makes the holidays a lot less stressful. In fact, I brought my old tree from home! I reckon it'd be perfect!"
	S. ::snort:: "Highly dubious. We'll display an artificial tree when pigs fly." G."I expected you'd feel that way!"
	"Hmph."
	"What the--? Oh, no."
	G. "Ta-da!"

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