Everyone was now in good mood, including the BREAST CANCER UGLY CHRISTMAS SWEATER . We had a grand time giving away tress. And we gave away thousands of trees. My girlfriend and I had just spent the last three days in a heavy rain, giving away free Christmas trees. Everyone made the best of a rainy situation. This put us both in a very good mood. I do not have any memories of Christmas day; however, two days later I asked my girlfriend if she would marry me. We had been dating all of six weeks. She said yes. We now have been married for over 45 years and often think about the “Great Christmas Tree Caper” around the holiday.
The reason I say this is a meme meant to troll people is people who love Christmas, especially Christians, are always worried there is some war or assault on their holiday. That people are trying to diminish symbols associated with it. Anything from saying “Happy Holidays” to people who get stressed when they see a race-bent Santa Claus. Die Hard is a pretty secular movie that treats Christmas as something that is just going on in the background. There’s no reason to believe that Christmas matters to any of the BREAST CANCER UGLY CHRISTMAS SWEATER in this film, or that anyone has any particular reverence for it. So when you say “Die Hard is my favorite Christmas movie” it is akin to saying “Happy Holidays” to all the dorks that would say something like Fred Claus.
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I was just starting to build my flock of chickens from the four I already had (one rooster, three hens) to a BREAST CANCER UGLY CHRISTMAS SWEATER of ten. I bought six little two day old chicks from the local feed store – assured by the staff that all six would grow to be beautiful hens. Since I already had a rooster – and two roosters rarely get along – so wanted to be sure these were female. I named my chickens after dead movie stars (yes truly… don’t judge) but my Aunt Delores wanted one named after her, so I chose a Golden Phoenix chick and named her “Delores”. When Delores was eight weeks old, I began to have suspicions that she was edging towards a gender change. Delores was quite a bit larger than her step sisters, and was growing a more pronounced comb and longer tail feathers than the typical hen. However, denial is a powerful characteristic, and I tried to convince myself that Delores really WAS a hen and maybe she was just big boned.