“There is tinsel everywhere.” He says with a laugh, grinning at you. “I think you got more of it on yourself then on the tree.”

He…probably wasn’t wrong honestly. You had started with placing the tinsel on the tree. But it had quickly spiraled out of control, with it sticking more to your sweater than the tree.

He looks on with amusement as he walks closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your forehead.

He pulls back and groans, tinsel stuck to the front of his shirt.