Joanne struggles to push her nine foot tree through the front door. Joanne: Kids? Anyone? There's silence in the house. Wedged between the tree and the door, she gives the tree one final pull. Joanne: I guess it's me and you tree. (She puts the tree into the stand and begins a conversation with the big pine. Busying herself with the task at hand) Joanne: The kids are always laughing at me, you know. They're at that age. Can I call you 'Piney?' Piney it is. Well Piney, I have always been what you would call 'organized' but no one seems to understand that when decorating a Christmas tree, it...
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