The End of the Season

I couldn't take it anymore. 

I stripped it, knocked it down, and dragged it outside.

By myself.  All seven feet of it.

In a move I can only describe as Hulk-esque, I threw it on the front lawn.

Then I swept all traces of it's existence from my home for the next hour.    

Afterwards I destroyed the house my mom built.

Yup.

Christmas is over.