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SNAP Studios. We are so grateful to you for your support over the years. We get to make stories year after year because of you, but we really love to know more about you, what makes you love the snap. And if you're willing to tell us a little about yourself and your relationship with the show, I would really appreciate it. We, we'd love your honest feedback. The survey should take about 10 minutes to complete. Our first few questions will ask a little bit about you so we can make sure we're talking to people from a wide range of backgrounds. KQED.org snapsurvey that's KQED.org snapsurveY and thank you so much for taking this survey and listening. It means a lot. KQED.org snapsurvey thank you. If you're running the party this year, know that Whole Foods Market is your holiday headquarters. Host like a pro with heat. Neat sides from the prepared foods department. Easy and delicious. Yes, they have all the fix ins. Stock up with wallet friendly favorites from the365. Brand sales throughout the month on main course proteins with no antibiotics ever. And if you're anything like me, you'll appreciate that you can order online for pickup and delivery and select zip codes. Make it look easy. Shop for everything you need at Whole Foods Market, your holiday headquarters. Every year, right around the start of the holidays, we have a ritual. I tell my kids, alright kids, we're off to Target to pick up one of those prefab Christmas trees they've got in the box there. And you don't have to worry, it comes already decorated in everything. Then they start screaming bloody murder. No, no, you can't get a fake tree. What do you mean fake? I just spray a bottle of some of that pine smell stuff for aroma. It's just like the real thing. No needles all over the floor, no mess. You can't. It's not right. Well, we'll be right back. There's no such thing as a pre decorated tree. We holler and argue all the way to the Christmas tree lot where they run about, they pick up the perfect real tree. Daddy. And they insist I pay some burly fellow an enormous sum of money in cash. Cards not accepted. What's that about? And we haul this treasure back to the house. We drape it in lights and ornaments and ribbons while drinking eggnog. And they play Last Christmas on the radio again and again and again, attempting to drive me out of my mind. And then magically, in the midst of our household cacophony, a Christmas miracle. Where once stood Just a piece of wood. Now a glorious bejeweled tree emerges, more magnificent than ever. Someone's baking cookies. A glass of wine has spirited itself into my hand. The giggling, the digging around for a board game. And that scent not from an aerosol can, but from a tree. Pine scented wonder, purple permeating the room in good cheer. Such heartwarming memories with the people I love. And sitting under the brightly lit branches, watching my children as they each in turn land on Park Place and boardwalk with my hotels on it. I truly wouldn't have it any other way. Rudolph has worked his spell once more. But I've recently learned. But it's not exactly magic, and it certainly isn't reindeer that make all of this possible. You see, at the North Pole, as in life, somebody's got to do the dirty work. And so today on snap judgment, we proudly present the Christmas tree mafia wise guy, Saint Nick in an offer you cannot refuse. My name is Lynn Washington. Sure, deck the halls, but look over your shoulder because you're listening to Snapdudgeon. It's a chilly New York City afternoon, a few weeks before Christmas, and producer Ilana Strauss sits inside a trailer in the middle of a Christmas tree lot. Sampas, this is not just any Christmas tree lot. It's the Rolls Royce Earth, the KITT Santa baby blinged out Christmas tree lot full of elves running about with good cheer. And the manager, hard boiled New Yorker with a gray beard and a fedora, put between Alana's interview and customers coming up to the window to buy trees. Same time he's making a cup of coffee and his phone keeps ringing. And yes, for this story, there may be a bit of explicit language, but ho, ho, ho, this is a family show. Not to worry. Snap judgment.
