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Maybe I should reclaim the fake tree I had in uni from Mum’s attic. I haven’t got around to any decorating yet, mostly because I worry it will be destroyed come Christmas, but that tree’s a trooper. It survived Bob Davenport falling on it, after all.
A Santa hat on the skull probably wouldn’t go amiss either, though Sherlock will likely glare at me for the assault on his “friend’s” dignity.
I honestly don’t see the point in hauling a fake dead tree into the living room, dressing it up with glass balls and fairy lights, putting a stupid hat on my skull, and calling it celebration. What would be the point of celebrating the winter solstice? It isn’t like we have to huddle together for warmth anymore or worry about the crops or reassure ourselves that we’ve made it through another year of plague, famine, and harsh weather.
That’s not the point. The point is that it’s Christmas and at Christmas I want fairy lights and glass balls and tunes I’ve heard a thousand times. It’s…how do you explain things like the Christmas spirit to someone who clearly only wants to see things logically? It just makes me happy.
It’s not like it’s going to hurt you to have something illogical in the flat.
Neither will it particularly help. Besides, it’ll be taking up room. Where, precisely, had you planned on putting it? By my bookshelf? Inside the lamp? On top of my desk? I hope you weren’t planning on putting it in the middle of the living space.
It’s one of those tiny ones. Didn’t have much room in uni, either. And we could always do a bit of clearing up in there.
Perhaps if it’s a small one we could put it on the mantle across from Johnston. Since you insist.
Well it’s not quite that small - about three feet tall - so I think it might pitch off the mantle if we tried to put it there. Thanks, though.
Maybe I could move the side table by my chair up into the bedroom. I could do without that for about a month…less than a month even. We’d have to find a place for the lamp, though.
We’ll see about it when I get it down here.
Maybe I should reclaim the fake tree I had in uni from Mum’s attic. I haven’t got around to any decorating yet, mostly because I worry it will be destroyed come Christmas, but that tree’s a trooper. It survived Bob Davenport falling on it, after all.
A Santa hat on the skull probably wouldn’t go amiss either, though Sherlock will likely glare at me for the assault on his “friend’s” dignity.
I honestly don’t see the point in hauling a fake dead tree into the living room, dressing it up with glass balls and fairy lights, putting a stupid hat on my skull, and calling it celebration. What would be the point of celebrating the winter solstice? It isn’t like we have to huddle together for warmth anymore or worry about the crops or reassure ourselves that we’ve made it through another year of plague, famine, and harsh weather.
That’s not the point. The point is that it’s Christmas and at Christmas I want fairy lights and glass balls and tunes I’ve heard a thousand times. It’s…how do you explain things like the Christmas spirit to someone who clearly only wants to see things logically? It just makes me happy.
It’s not like it’s going to hurt you to have something illogical in the flat.
Neither will it particularly help. Besides, it’ll be taking up room. Where, precisely, had you planned on putting it? By my bookshelf? Inside the lamp? On top of my desk? I hope you weren’t planning on putting it in the middle of the living space.
It’s one of those tiny ones. Didn’t have much room in uni, either. And we could always do a bit of clearing up in there.
How delightful! Though I suspect John might have some qualms.
The pun’s quite clever, actually.
Maybe I should reclaim the fake tree I had in uni from Mum’s attic. I haven’t got around to any decorating yet, mostly because I worry it will be destroyed come Christmas, but that tree’s a trooper. It survived Bob Davenport falling on it, after all.
A Santa hat on the skull probably wouldn’t go amiss either, though Sherlock will likely glare at me for the assault on his “friend’s” dignity.
I honestly don’t see the point in hauling a fake dead tree into the living room, dressing it up with glass balls and fairy lights, putting a stupid hat on my skull, and calling it celebration. What would be the point of celebrating the winter solstice? It isn’t like we have to huddle together for warmth anymore or worry about the crops or reassure ourselves that we’ve made it through another year of plague, famine, and harsh weather.
That’s not the point. The point is that it’s Christmas and at Christmas I want fairy lights and glass balls and tunes I’ve heard a thousand times. It’s…how do you explain things like the Christmas spirit to someone who clearly only wants to see things logically? It just makes me happy.
It’s not like it’s going to hurt you to have something illogical in the flat.
I’m not entirely sure why this is so amusing.
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Maybe I should reclaim the fake tree I had in uni from Mum’s attic. I haven’t got around to any decorating yet, mostly because I worry it will be destroyed come Christmas, but that tree’s a trooper. It survived Bob Davenport falling on it, after all.
A Santa hat on the skull probably wouldn’t go amiss either, though Sherlock will likely glare at me for the assault on his “friend’s” dignity.
