Havin' to take the sumabichin' Christmas tree down torques me... I mean, it's always so much fun puttin' it up and decoratin' it and drenkin' a little shine-spike eggnog and things smell wonderful and then come 'round the middle of March the tree is brown and ya' got needles all over the house and the cats have knocked down most of the ornaments and ya' can't find the boxes that they came outtra and yer afraid ya' mighta burned 'um up and, and...

That's what I call the post-Xmas torquin'...

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