“I’ve had my tree up since November.”
“Since November?” she echoes, eyes widening a bit at the thought of putting a Christmas tree that early. Since taking over the island’s Inn, Mavis had learned that people around here put their trees up way earlier than she and her father ever had back at the Hotel. It must have been a cultural thing or perhaps an old tradition that the Dracules held onto over the centuries - because she had only ever put up a tree a few nights before the actual holiday. “Wouldn’t it die before Christmas day?”














