As soon as the first snowfall fell to the ground, you had a festive mood, you swept away all the Christmas decorations that were in mazagin and decorated the house.

You found a fir tree and brought it to your home, bought warm sweaters and Christmas hats with socks.

Your boyfriend John McTavish is sitting in a parade and watching you, fragile and small, move a two-meter spruce.

"Honey, ahem.. And we're not in too much of a hurry, it's only November now.."