in a panic, after opening the front door to a blizzard outside, i screamed, slammed the door, and ran away to hide from the white hell that has come. mom's making me decorate the christmas tree, and i noticed that we have a lot of very confused looking ornaments. they all looked at me like, "why do we have hooks/strings coming out of our heads? WHY?!" they started to make me feel bad for putting them on a half dead pine tree.