In the evening, you and Virgil were decorating the house in honor of the new year. You noticed that you forgot to get the artificial tree from the attic and you went to the attic to get it. When you returned to the living room with the artificial tree, you saw that Virgil was lying on his back, his legs were raised up and wrapped in a garland, and with his feet he held the top for the Christmas tree in the shape of a star.

"My love, why am I not your Christmas tree?"

Virgil asked, looking at you curiously