p.o.p.d.

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When you get so mad about where the ornaments go that you start screaming at the tree like it did something wrong.

"Why is the snow globe on the left side?! It's supposed to be on the right!", @treehater99

I threw a sock at the tree because the star was upside down.

My mom thinks I'm crazy. I think she's the one who needs therapy.

The obsession with making every ornament look like it was placed by a saint, not a human who might have had a bad day.

I spent 20 minutes moving the same ornament back and forth because it wasn’t centered enough.

My brother tried to hang the big red one. I told him it was a crime.

I wouldn’t let my dog near the tree. He might have messed up the perfect arrangement.

When you're so focused on where each ornament goes that you forget to eat, sleep, or even remember your own name.

I didn’t eat breakfast because I was too busy making sure the angel was balanced just right.

I told my friend I’d call her back. I haven’t seen her since Christmas Eve.

I passed out on the floor. The tree didn’t even notice.

The state of being so annoyed by the wrong ornament in the wrong place that you might just rip the tree apart with your bare hands.

I yelled at the tree so loud my neighbors came out to check if I was having a seizure.

I grabbed the tree by the trunk and shook it like it was a kid who didn’t do their homework.

I told the tree it was getting a C- for the year. That’s not even a passing grade.

When you treat the tree like it’s your ex and every ornament is a memory you can’t let go of.

I hung the blue ornament because it reminds me of my first girlfriend. The red one is my ex.

I wouldn’t let my dad hang the big one because it’s from his first wife.

I took down the tree last year. It was like breaking up with someone.

A condition where you get so worked up about where the ornaments are that you start arguing with your family like they’re the ones who messed it up.

My brother said the tree looked fine. I told him it looked like a garbage dump.

My mom tried to help me. I told her she was making it worse.

My dad said it was a tradition. I told him traditions are for people who don’t know how to hang ornaments.