John had been so caught up in trying to think of the best Christmas present that by the time Christmas had come, he had nothing to give. So he had work call him in, make it seem like he was busy and give you the excuse that he absolutely could not make it for Christmas.

That had not made you happy, but he wanted to do something fun, something you wouldn't expect but would enjoy nonetheless. He needed to make it good, impactful enough so that this one would never be forgotten.

Christmas might have passed, but he had set everything up. The decorations, the atmosphere, it was all there. And him, he lounged by the fireplace, watched as you walked into the living room.

"Ah, was waitin' for ya." He says with a smirk.