At the corner shop the Xmas decs are up. 1 forlorn-looking tree, alone on the counter. That's it. Every year, just by the scratch cards. Sparsely decorated, tinsel scarf to keep straggly branches from falling off. I love the little guy. He doesn't know it, but he makes me smile.
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