"Why do we care where the tree is from?"

"Because Oregon grows amazing trees!"

"Kyle, this isn't even your freaking country."

"Any Australian who has ever built a home knows about Oregon wood."

"They grow Douglas fir in Washington too, you know. Besides, they aren't the best Christmas trees. Grand firs are better. Or even better yet, noble firs."

Kyle crossed his arms as Alfred drove, but finally America sighed.

"There's a place up ahead. You aren't the only one with a weird Oregon tree fascination. But I told you, it won't be a big one like if we go and cut one down on my property."

Kyle shrugged. He wanted to see the trees.

The place was set up. Alfred mumbled about how all these trees were already drying out and would be a disappointment to anyone growing trees in the great state of Oregon, but Kyle swiftly asked if they had any Douglas firs.

The man pointed to a section in the back, and Kyle rushed over.

"So this is the famous tree..."

Alfred rolled his eyes. "Yeah. We could have gotten a noble fir."

Kyle smacked him lightly. "You said I could have an Oregon Christmas tree."

They stuck tongues out back and forth until they chose a tree. In the end, they went with a noble fir, much to Alfred's great relief as he examined the branches.

Author's Note: Many years ago, my uncle was an exchange student in Australia and my grandparents spent went to see him and travel through Australia and New Zealand. When they arrived in Australia and told people they were from Oregon, they were asked "Oregon? Like Oregon wood?"
Oregon exports a huge amount of Douglas fir wood every year, and my family actually owns some timber stands. It's one of the best woods when it comes to building homes, so my grandparents enjoy telling this story to us.