The Gentle Hand Of Christmas

On the 1st day of Christmas, nature gave to me: Wind, in the trees. Oh and...

My front fence.
Interesting note: My dog will not leave the yard.

If you look in front of the RV, that's my neighbor's tree lying in the street. He'd rather you look at his Christmas toys in the lawn.

This is the fence on the other side. One half lying in my yard, the other half lying in my neighbor's. The side with the dog poop is his, the dog poop is mine. No, his gate isn't open, it's laying on his lawn. If you look at my gate, you'll notice it's locked, so that nobody get in.

Tumbleweeds: Nature's Christmas tree. Think of the sand as desert snow. Except I don't live in the desert, so it's blown pretty far...