Annie and I went in to the (very) little park next to the pharmacy outside of our apartment building at around 11pm, and covertly decorated its lone fir tree in the clandestine spirit of Christmas.

Annie wondered aloud why I insisted that we do this so late at night. Just then, an old lady called down to us from her 3rd floor balcony: “Hey, what are you doing down there! Get out of there!”

Annie called back defiantly, “We’re decorating the tree. Its Christmas!”

“Akh,” she yelled, “the tree doesn’t need decorating!” She stormed back into her house.

We hummed Winter Wonderland as we finished putting the star on top.