It's getting kicked to the curb after New Year's anyway.

I'm officially over the annual ruckus over Christmas tree vs. the nefarious Holiday tree.

It's... a... tree. A cut off one, at that.

I don't care what kind of tree it is- the only thing dictating if I buy a Christmas tree or a Holiday tree is how much it costs. Don't care what the president calls it, don't care what evangelicals demand it be called, and I certainly don't care what some agnostic stick-in-the-mud wants it to be called because I'm calling it a Christmas tree and I won't correct you if you call it otherwise.

Seriously, I'm fatigued by the whole thing. Is there really nothing else to be fired up about that we have resorted to having a naming contest about the largest, most overpriced temporary potted plant ever to get lit up, decorated and tossed within a month?

Society as a whole puzzles me. But that's for another time...