I laugh and my face curls up all Grinchlike as I load another Christmas tree into the bed of my pickup.
It's cold and my face is more blue than green. And its twisted wrinkles are probably likely due to years of failure to use sunscreen more so than pure evil but that just depends on whom you talk to.
Who cares, anyway?
It's after Christmas. I don't have to be good.
So I snake the neighborhood stealing Christmas trees from the curbs, long before the garbage men get ...Read full story