Essel’s Pov
351 Terry Street, I stated while enjoying a cheese puff. The street was conveniently located just around the corner, allowing us to arrive swiftly.
“I refuse to exit the vehicle this time,” he replied, lowering the tinted window. “Wow, that’s quite bright.”
A brilliant light flooded the interior of the car. The Victorian-style residence was adorned with so many strings of lights that it could likely be seen from space. A plastic Santa Claus was animatedly ascending and descending a plastic chimney positioned beneath the window. Plastic candy canes lined the pathway to the door, accompanied by several plastic snowmen scattered about. Numerous brightly lit plastic snowflakes also adorned the house.
“I can only imagine how high their electric bill must be,” Michael remarked.
