It's past Christmas, and my tree is still up.
It's past Christmas, and my stockings are still hung.
It's past Christmas, and there are still Christmas songs playing.
Look at the date.
It's New Years Eve.
Happy New Year!
It's time to go home.
Oh look, the tree is STILL up.
What're we going to do with it?
BURN IT!
CHOP IT!
TEAR IT TO THE GROUND!
"Nope...it's staying up till January 8th!" Mom says.
But Mom, it's past Christmas.
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