Issac pressed his palms into his temples as she remembered the various Christmas years and the elegance of each year. "Ugh. That looks horrible!" He laughed. "Why didn't they just go outside and put candles and baubles on the actual trees? I mean do angels even look like that? I don't know, you don't know. But the birds might have liked the berries to be real and nutritious."
Falling over onto Elia's lap, he looked up at his new friend. She had been so accepting of his flawed mind and her shadow creatures were amazingly cuddly balls of hunger and angst. Issac loved it. "Can we just make it look like a unicorn threw up on the tree? OH! Or we can get on of the Fae in here to make the tree grow roots again and have an in-trailer tree all year-round!"