“Well, Chloe? What do you think?”
She turned, eyes shining with the reflection of eight hundred colored lights. “Yes,” she said in a hushed voice. “This is the best tree in town. Maybe the best one ever. We have the best tree and the best house and the best family.”
“I can’t argue with you there, sweetheart,” he said, his own voice low as soft music played and outside the windows a light snow began to fall. “It’s absolutely perfect.”
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