He is allowed to spend the night. (I don't think his parents think he will be with me.)
The tree is lit, and so are the candles in my room. When Votania entertained Dave once, she had many candles lit. I have many candles lit for Adam. Her candles were deep red and passionate. Mine are light blue and sweet.
The cat, decorative lout, lies soft, clean, and sleepy beneath the Yuletide tree.