About a week later, Bree and Wilt were best friends. Maybe even more than that. It was nearly Christmas, and Wilt took Bree on a nightly stroll through town.
"Wow. This is so beautiful at night!" said Bree.
"Not as beautiful as you." Wilt commented. Bree blushed as the walked by an aluminum Christmas tree shop.
"Did you know that aluminum Christmas trees were invented in the 50's after the Great Depression to liven things up?" asked Bree.
"No, I didn't. You must know a lot about Christmas trees, right?" asked Wilt.
"Yeah. My creator's dad owned an aluminum tree factory and sold plain tree every year. He'd share his knowledge of them to us. Every year there was an aluminum tree in the living room every Christmas. Those were the days!"
"You must be an expert!"
Bree blushed again and asked, "So, what did your family do?"
"I don't wanna talk about it. Look, mistletoe!"
"You know what happens when you're under the mistletoe. We have to kiss." she whispered. She leaned towards him.
Right when they started kissing, Wilt's cellphone rang (I wonder where he got da cellphone...). It was Mr. Herriman.
'This isn't the right time!' Wilt thought. He answered it. "This is Good Taco, home of the Good Taco. Can I take your order?"
"What are you doing?" Bree whispered.
"Trust me."
"You should have heard him!" Wilt laughed.
"Yeah, I could hear him, he was so loud!" Bree laughed too.
Wilt kneeled onto one knee and held up a box.
"Bree, will you gulp marry me?" Wilt opened the box. Inside was a beautiful diamond ring. Bree gasped.
"It's so beautiful! Yes, I'll marry you!" She hugged him. "I thought you'd never ask!"
"Do you take Wilt as your husband through life and death, sickness and health?" (I don't know if those are the real words, but they work...)
"I do."
The End?
For now...