February is already ending but in my uncle’s house it still feels like it’s December. He still has his Christmas tree up in his living room. I guess he’s too lazy to put it down. Or maybe he wants everyday to still feel like it’s Christmas.
February is already ending but in my uncle’s house it still feels like it’s December. He still has his Christmas tree up in his living room. I guess he’s too lazy to put it down. Or maybe he wants everyday to still feel like it’s Christmas.
