The Snows of Munich Have Long Since Ceased

That year, the one where we were practically broke, I followed Alexander to Germany for his studies.

He casually mentioned Christmas was coming.

I washed dishes at a local diner for half a month, then spent twenty euros on a small Christmas tree.

He glanced at it and called it pathetic, practically trash.

That very evening, Alexander maxed out all my credit cards to get Vivian a whole farm of German firs.

The next day, they returned home together. Their high-profile union became the talk of the town.