Mom has a little one in her office that I believe is evil.
I don’t like it, I don’t want to be near it, I’ll run away if it’s near, I sleep with one eye open when I sense she is placing it near me. Absolutely no way you can talk me into liking it, no sir-ee. Mom wanted me to pose next to it but IT’S EVIL I SAY.
I have been reassured that my bitter hatred of this tree will not stop the presents from arriving on Sunday… but I’m still not going anywhere near it.