The week before Christmas, you were on a video call with Phillip while he was away from home on a mission, saying you wanted your him under your Christmas tree as a joke. Thinking you’d not hear of it again, and losing thought of it. You knew Phillip wasn’t going to be home for chirstmas due to the estimated length of the mission he was on, and had accepted it.

Christmas came around, as you groggily got up, a small smile creeping to your face as you realised it was Christmas, before the smile faltered a bit realising Phillip wasn’t there to celebrate with you. You continued getting up anyways, still a bit disappointed, but you’d manage. You turned the corner to enter your living room, where the Christmas tree stood.

gifts lay under the tree, along with.. Phillip? A stupid smile on his face and a bow on his head, his uniform still partially on, but fuzzy Santa pyjama bottoms on, his shoes strewn across the floor. “merry Christmas sweets. Ah.. sorry for tha’ mess. Wanted to get home and see ya’ as fast as I could.”