“I just love Christmas, Sir! All the decorations, the cookies, the Christmas carols…stockings hung on the mantel, wrapped presents with bows, all made complete with a twinkling tree.” She sighed contentedly. “Nothing beats the magic of Christmas.” He looked at her somberly. “I hate to tell you this, Brie, but I don’t do Christmas.” Her smile faltered. “What do you mean you don’t do Christmas?” “The holiday is meant for children. I put away childish things long ago.” She tried to hide her extreme disappointment. “Not even a tree?” “No. Look around this place. A dying tree would only disrupt the aesthetics of our home.” Even though she preferred real trees, she offered, “Why don’t we get an artificial one? That way it won’t drop needles on the marble.” “That’s not the point. It would be an eyesore.” She could tell by the tone of his voice that he would not entertain a tree. “Can I at least hang up twinkling lights?” “Brie,” he glanced around the apartment for emphasis, “Christmas lights would take away from the calm serenity I have created here.
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