| My son asked me if we could have a tree this Christmas. I told him I didn't want to pay for a tree and that's that. He wouldn't stop asking though, every five minutes he wanted to know why we couldn't have a tree. In the end I grabbed my axe and stormed out of the house. Ten minuted later I returned with an eight foot Christmas tree. "Wow," said my son. "You cut that down quick." "Son," I replied, "I didn't cut it down, I got it from the local shop." He looked puzzled and said, "Why did you take the axe then?" "I told you, I didn't want to pay for a Christmas tree." |