Every single year the male person brings home a perfectly tasty tree and then what does he do with it?
He takes it into the yurt!
He puts sparkly lights on it.
Then the publicist hangs all kind of inedible things on it.
She calls them "ornaments."
She says they make her happy.
You know what makes ME happy?
EATING the tree.
Why do I have to wait?
It makes no sense AT ALL.
Humans.
Harumph!