>>49065840>Under the veneer of her illusion, it looked like you’d caressed her winter jacket.>But beneath the disguise was her silky-smooth coat.>Despite your time together, the sensation not matching what your eyes told you still threw you off.>The two of you kept a safe distance from the employees.>Zoroark kept glancing at the shelving on either side of you, but kept walking with you.>You heard Christmas Town before seeing it.>Dull Christmas music played over the building’s intercoms far above, but here speakers at ground level played it at a pleasant volume.>A sign saying you were on the way to the North Pole stood next to an inflatable snowman and a cartoon, red-nosed sawsbuck.>As you got closer, Zoroark needed little motivation to keep moving. >Now she pulled you along to sate her curiosity.>You smiled.>It was nice to come here again.>As you had every year you could.>The store spared no expense building this each year; despite losing sales to online shopping it was tradition.>You wondered how many hundreds of man-hours they needed to set all this up.>Christmas town lived up to its name.>Gingerbread houses, Christmas trees, presents, snowmen, elves…>A garish amount of Christmas lawn ornaments and decorations blanketed the area.>Were they used for their intended purpose, outside and in peoples’ lawns around town, you’d call it gaudy.>But somehow, it was all okay here.>The only way it could be improved was if it were under a starry sky.>Then again, that would mean having to deal with the frigid air.>Seeing Zoroark transfixed was worth the trip.>”It’s like a movie!” She exclaimed. “Yeah,” you agreed, “it kinda is.”
>Ignoring the fake snow, it could have been a set for a Christmas film.>Impressing the master of illusions was no small feat.>Walking beneath the light-draped entryway and past the gingerbread houses brought you to Christmas Town square.>”What’re they doing?” Zoroark asked, pointing at a line of children. 