Do you think Christmas trees know that they’re Christmas trees or one day a lumberjack just walks up to them and goes, “You’re going to die. For Jesus.”
And the tree is like, “What? But I had no previous religious affiliation heretofore!”
And the lumberjack is like, “Well, henceforth you do. Also, it’s the sixteenth century. That’s why we’re talking like this.”
It would suck to be a Christmas tree. You just live your whole life in Wisconsin with all your friends and then you die. All of you. At the same time.
And then you end up in someone’s living room and you’re like “What’s going on? I can’t feel my legs! How am I standing up right now?”
And then someone is just like, “Shhhhhhhhh…I’m gonna put Christmas lights on you. Trust me, it makes sense.”
And then you’re like, “But it’s the sixteenth century…Christmas lights haven’t been invented yet.”