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It was purple

Purple in a way he couldn’t even begin to find words for He started to walk forward, straight towards the giant Christ his attention like a net

The traditional green tree was huge It was lit up with purple lights and a fehite twinkling ones The large purple baubles and glass snowflake-style tree decorations reflected the purple light beautifully The strange-style purple tinsel rapped tastefully ahts It was a strange effect They drew you in Drew your gaze and footsteps towards the tree At interlobes of various sizes

There was a choking noise beside hihts, her hands clenched under her chin and her eyes looking as if they ht spill tears any second

‘What do you think?’ Her voice was pretty much a squeak

He couldn’t speak yet He was still getting over the shock

Christ hotel

She’d captured it She’d captured the Christ him in it

The tree was giant, but the effect of only having one colour made it seem more sleek and exclusive than he’d expected The inter people could touch, pick up and hold

The dihts were perfect It bathed the whole area in the ht

‘Finlay?’ This time there was a tremor in her voice

He kept looking, kept looking at everything around hiazes with Grace

‘I think Santa got everything wrong,’ he said

Her eyes widened ‘What do you mean?’

Finlay laughed and opened his arrotto Clearly, it should have been purple’ He spun around, relishing the transformation of his hotel

He didn’t just like it He loved it

Never, even in a million years, did he think he’d feel like this

He picked up Grace and swung her around