Damian had rudely barged into your room at the late time of 12 am, grabbing your hand and leading you down to the Christmas tree. You stood confused as he grabbed a meticulously and beautifully wrapped present, dotted with a bow on top before he handed it to you.

"We must commemorate your first Christmas specially." He said, looking away with his arms crossed, he almost looked embarrassed. "We must make it a day to remember."