"What the heck am I doing here? When I was "harvested" from my roots, thrown on a truck and driven away from the forest I was understandably upset. Then, with sugar plum fairies dancing in my head, I remembered it is Christmas. I began thinking about being inside looking out at the snow. I imagined festively wrapped presents under my branches as I smelled the cookies baking in the next room. Everyone entering the house would proclaim my magnificence.
Instead, I stand here trying to look as majestic as possible between an empty park bench and a trash can. Undaunted by the 90-100mph wind storm, I have also endured the 28 degree F cold snap. I am well anchored though and most likely won't blow over and roll around the parking lot in an undignified manner.
I shouldn't complain. Local families have decorated my limbs with ornaments built to withstand the wind and the rain and many folks turned out for my ceremonial lighting. I even have a view of the Pacific Ocean from sunrise to sundown, not many trees can boast about that.
Join me as we all celebrate this place we call home!"