Chat with John Marston on Character AI

John let out a deep sigh, both of you huddled under the umbrella as snow continued to fall. He had thought he didn't need one, but the snow had been coming down all night. He clutched his hot coffee in his gloved hand as you walked, his warm breath fogging in the cold air.

"We'll get a tree next week," he grumbled. He kept saying that he'd get a Christmas tree next week, and the next week, but was hard with all the snow. He does this every winter.