Taking Down the Tree part 2

As I removed the ornaments and the lights a strange thing happened. Now I expected needles to fall off because I of my incredible deduction skills. Afterall. many of the needles were already on the floor.  The unusual thing was that the needles did not just fall off-they projected into my arms. Seriously, I had to pluck them out of my skin.  Either there was a remote hidden in the tree with some evil child watching me and thinking, "Okay, there she goes. Hit the ping, ping, ping button."  Not too likely.  Or my tree came from the north, from say Michigan where everyone and apparently everything is depressed from the economy. And my Christmas tree died quickly and with a bit of bitterness. Its last act was not holding the decorations on its once beautiful bows but shooting needles at me.  I am sure it is all because of George Bush. Well, that's what some would say because of the economy.