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What Did I Do Wrong
They brought me out of storage today a day late. Christmas was yesterday. I am not giddy, not happy, not optimistic because usually I get to be revered and celebrated for three or four weeks by now, every year, being petted and decorated, admired and loved. Not this year. I wonder what I have done wrong? Whose feelings have I hurt? What could I have done differently? Are my fiber optics working? They plug me in. I am as beautiful as I have Always been. They usually decorate Me with tiny bells and extra tinsel. This year my fiber optics stand alone, on my little self-stand that comes out as feet. They do not even drape a fancy cloth around me. Luckily my star is attached. But they just drag me out and plug me in. No fanfare. No oohing, no ahing. No one admired me at all on the 25th. By then I have usually had thousands of compliments. Each year! What have I done? Did I insult someone? Am I different somehow? At least I am still their only tree. Right? I look around still second guessing myself. Never suspecting it is not me at all. It is them. Their attitude. Their problem. Not mine at all. I am the most miserable Christmas tree ever this year.
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