The more I look around me this holiday season, the more I realize that Christmas was created by women. Although there's some mystical character named Jesus who is involved somewhere along the line, the whole holiday season is devoted to women's ability to move into any situation completely overtake it. Just take Christmas trees for example. The whole idea of bringing a dead plant into my house and then adorning it with shiny objects seems utterly ridiculous. In any other time of the year this would land you in a mental institution. However, here in the United States we gleefully embrace this behavior, and call anyone who disagrees with it a "Scrooge." We then go on to try to convince ourselves and others at the true meaning of love is based upon the dollar amount spent during the month of December. It truly is a sad way to live.