p.o.p.d.
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.