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Rose tilted her head to the side. "It's pink."
Mum nodded. "I know. Isn't it great?"
Rose opened her mouth and closed it just as quickly. "But... A pink Christmas tree?"
Mum sighed and added another gift to the pile. It wasn't much, but enough for everyone and a few extra for any guests that happened to stop by. Rose wasn't sure how that tradition started, but they did usually have someone unexpected turn up so it made sense. No one was ever left out here.
"It's nothing like any of the ones that attacked us," Mum pointed out.
Rose chuckled. "Yeah. I suppose you're right."
Mum beamed. She stood up and dusted off her hands. "Well. That's all set then."
Rose put her hands in her pockets. "What happens if we get attacked by a pink tree?"
Mum scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Oh, did you have to? Bet you anything now your father is going to bring home something and I'll have to find another color!"
Rose laughed again. "Well. Maybe a blue one then?"
"Oh, don't get me started. Last year..."