By the time I was a baby, crawling around the shag carpet and squalling, the Christmas trees were overgrown. By then, they didn't even look like Christmas trees.

They towered up over my parent's mobile home in a dense, black forest, and they couldn't have been decorated and displayed in any Christmas-time house, unless it was the home of extra-tall giants.

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