Which Reminds Me

Yes, I know, she came to our house and it was Christmas time, and there was a Christmas tree there in the living room with the lovely baubles that had been given us by the WM people and the strings of lights that twinkle and it was always such a nice thing to see, and so she was sitting there in the living room waiting for something, I forget what her errand was, and then later I never hear the end of how she is outraged about how we missionaries have a Christmas tree. So, Ok, so some people don't like my Christmas tree. Well, La De Da! Am I supposed to commit suicide because someone doesn't like my Christmas tree?