Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Christmas Joke of the Day #4


Every December it was the same excruciating tradition. Our family would get up at the crack of dawn, go to a Christmas tree farm and tromp across acres of snow in search of the perfect tree. Hours later our feet would be freezing, but Mom would press on, convinced the tree of her dreams was "just up ahead."

One year I snapped. "Mom, face it. The perfect tree doesn't exist. It's like looking for a man. Just be satisfied if you can find one that isn't dead, doesn't have too many bald spots and is straight."


Contributed to Readers Digest by Christy Martin, Red Bluff, Calif.

4 comments:

Liz Mays said...

You were speaking the truth with that statement! :)

Anonymous said...

i agree my dear!!!

Putting the FUN in DysFUNctional said...

Amen! ha ha

Alexis AKA MOM said...

LOL!

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