Speaking to one of them after the fact, I said, "how did the murder go?"
"What murder?" he asked.
"You murdered your Christmas tree. I'm asking how it went."
"It isn't murder!"
"Sure it is. The tree is alive when you get there. It's dead when you leave. Murder one, man."
"Well then what does everyone else do? Is that murder too?"
"Oh, no. Cutting down a live tree is murder. Buying one at a lot is just disposing of a body."
I love Christmas.