"Victor Ashworth, I'm going to kill you!"
'Damn it! Does he really think I'm a pushover?!'
And so, a comical scene unfolded in the garden: Victor Ashworth dodged and weaved in the front, with Jasper Ashworth in hot pursuit, while Maurice Ashworth simply watched the show.
After all the roughhousing, by the time the string lights were hung, it was nearly evening. Mr. Ashworth and the others had finished cleaning the house and had all gone to their rooms to wash up.
After an afternoon of cleaning and decorating, the entire Ashworth Residence looked brand new. The festive paper-cuts and string lights visible everywhere radiated a cozy warmth.
When night fell, all the string lights at the Ashworth Residence lit up. The twinkling points of light wove together, adding a splash of brilliant color to the cold winter.
As the countdown to the New Year began, Aethelburg grew livelier with each passing day. Every household was bustling about, getting ready for the celebrations.
