It was Secret Santa Season of my senior year, when I trudged up the stairs of my high school with my igloo-sized coat and my three hundred pound backpack. I opened my narrow locker door to put my things away when I discovered a Christmas tree had been shoved into my locker.  This was no new-age, dwarf, miniature, genetically-engineered, baby version of a Christmas tree.  This was a full-sized, old-fashioned, cut from the woods Christmas tree.  There wasn’t one sm...


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