Oh yeah.......Funny story.

A close friend of mine (Matt-college roommate) grew up dirt poor in Kentucky. His Dad was a tenant farmer and they had a tough time making ends meet anytime. At Christmas they used scrub cedar for a Christmas tree. So..............We used to hunt on the farm and one day I brought a friend of mine from Ohio along for one of our fall hunting weekends. Randy (from Ohio) was a bit shocked although he didn't say anything when he saw the farm and the rundown house. Matt's mom fed us to the gills though, great breakfasts, downhome suppers, and Randy was mightily impressed with the eats.

We're heading back in across a ridge and Matt says, "I need to tell 'em that there are some good Christmas trees up here." Randy had never seen anything like cedar being used for Christmas trees, being a middle class suburbanite who had grown up with white pines and Frasier firs. Randy keeps looking around as Matt and I talked about the size and shape of various scrub cedars and then finally said, "Are you telling me you use these for Christmas trees?" Matt replied that was indeed the case and Randy cranked out a line that could have been taken offensively, but both Matt and I knew how he meant it.

Randy said, "No wonder Santa Claus never stops here."

Matt and I were both doubled over laughing for 5 minutes!

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