The Рождество дерево was in the corner of what would be your family room.
Ты and Ponyboy had just bought a house together, and were pretty much broke. Ты hadn’t gotten furniture или anything. Just you, Ты boyfriend, some blankets and pillows, and the Рождество дерево in the corner.
Ты sit by the fireplace, having a beer, and look up at the Рождество tree. There was just a strand of lights on it, nothing much.
” I have something for the tree.” Ponyboy says, smiling as he walks in.
“What’s that?” Ты ask.
He sits down beside you, and hands Ты a star. It’s old and rusted. It has little swirls and designs carved into it.
“It was my mom’s.” he explains. “Her grandpa made it for her. He told her that the звезда didn’t need to be shiny или fancy или anything, because Ты know baby Иисус wasn’t fancy или anything. He was beautiful just the way he was.”
“It’s perfect.” Ты smile, and give him a quick kiss. “Now help me put it on the вверх of the tree.”
He stands up, and Ты jump on his back. He gives Ты a piggyback ride to the tree, where Ты place the звезда on top.
“Merry Christmas, babe.”
