“Our tree?” Damon questioned as his brows drifted towards the heavens.
Elena shot him a devious grin and smugly asked, “Oh, didn’t I tell you, we’re keeping it at the boarding house?”
“You most certainly did not,” he remarked. “And why are we doing that?”
“Well, because it’s obviously too big to fit in my house,” she reasoned with nonchalance.
(…) “But more importantly, because I want to be the first thing you think about when you wake up Christmas morning. And when you see this tree, you’ll automatically think of me.” [x]