CARMELA decided that it was time to get out of the house and explore Maplebrooks to see if anything had changed since her departure. In true festive fashion, she opted to start with picking out a tree. As the femme made slow strides around the tree lot, she took small sips of her warm apple cider. “Hm.. The bigger the tree, the bigger the mess and I don’t need that in my life right now.” She mumbled before her attention fell on the individual near her. “How do you pick out your Christmas trees?”
“Well I know my family used to go to the pine tree farm and pick the biggest tree they had the day of opening, but my tradition is putting up my fake tree. Less the hassle.” He says with both hands in his pockets. “Which one are you getting?” He asked.












