This is why my tree is weird.

A giant sat on my tree.

The tree adapted to the giant’s weight and girth.

Kind of like how my yoga pants adapted to my post-Xmas weight and girth.

I believe the giant was waiting for his beloved.

She was making a snowman in the field.

At least, that’s what she told the giant.

I see no evidence of a snowman.

Or even snow tracks. Oh, no.

Impending heartache alert!

She’s nowhere to be seen:

What do giants do when their hearts are broken?

They eat this:

FYI – cheesecake makes yoga pants shrink

…which is why I only eat chocolate.