Two blondes were up in the far north woods, looking for a Christmas tree. They were all bundled up from head to toe, carrying their hatchets and a coil of rope to tie on and drag it back. They had thought of everything. They were all set but......they couldn't find the right tree. They searched for hours, slogging through knee-deep snow.

The wind was blowing and the wolves were howling, but they persevered. They had to get that perfect Christmas tree.

Finally, as the sun was beginning to head downward, one turned to the other and said, "That's it! I've had enough! The next tree we come to, we're going to cut it down, whether it's decorated or not!"