Winter Tales – Tree

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“You know. I still can’t tell the difference between a real and plastic one.”

Matthias keeps his eyes forward after he’s spoken pretending to concentrate on positioning the bauble he’s holding just right on a branch, holding in his smile as he hears an irritable clicked tongue to his side.

“No, no difference at all,” Max says as he straightens up a strand of tinsel. “No real smell, or character, or anything at all better about a real Christmas tree.”

“At least with plastic ones there aren’t...