This kind of life continued on without knowing for how long.
On this day, whether it was morning or night was uncertain when someone opened the door to bring the food as usual.
Sylvan Cheney wasn't particularly hungry and didn't move, but he lifted his eyelids slightly to look at the person: "What day is it?"
The tall UT man glanced at him, expressionless: "Tomorrow night is Christmas Eve."
A trace of surprise flickered in Sylvan Cheney's eyes, tomorrow night is already Christmas Eve, and after Christmas Eve it will be Christmas, which is America's New Year.
He hadn't thought that the days would pass by not too slow.
Christmas is Old York's most lively holiday, and every time it comes around, the streets are lined with sparkling Christmas trees, and variously styled reindeer and Santa Claus, it can be said to be the most favored holiday of children.
Old York's Christmas is very atmospheric, filled with festive spirit, although it's winter, everyone's enthusiasm remains high.
