The festivities have begun to wind down, slow but steady with each passing day. Even so, people cling to the last of their revelry; a minor, thoughtless action to keep some hold on the old, known ways ( or simply for the fun of it, but he never once considers such an option ). There’s no escape from such things, but neither does he feel the need to join such activities. So he simply slinks and slithers between this and that, observing as one does ( or can manage, when they’re bordering on two meters tall ).
Watching is easier said then done, however. Least of all for him who is -- ( eccentric and horrible in equal parts ) - something not so easily missed. Well, most of the time. Among trees, anything is possible; including the bauble and tinsel hanging from his hair, and the girl looking to place more on him.
“Huhu, so sorry to disappoint, but I am not a tree, nor do I need any more decorations.” Though he does look particularly striking as a Christmas tree, honestly.
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