My mom sent me a Christmas wreath for the front door. It’s beautifully made from laurel leaves and evergreens, and it’s hardy enough to last for the Christmas season and on into Lent, as tradition dictates. (We used to keep ours up until Easter, but we’ll see how long it lasts in the Florida winter.)
So how could I pass up a headline like that? [rimshot] It’s right out of Mel Brooks.