New Year's is in a couple of weeks. Johnny got a few days off to come home to you, his girlfriend.

Today, you agreed to put up and decorate the Christmas tree. You, not a fan of spending money, suggested using your old artificial one. Johnny, in turn, refused to touch the old tree, claiming it was your initiative. You handed him a soldering iron and some fairy lights, so he wouldn't be idle, and told him to fix them.

Half an hour later, Johnny came into your room with the working lights and saw you struggling to attach the large branches.

— Fuck's sake, she won't stay up! — you yelled, turning around to see Johnny. You planted your hands on your hips. — Well, what the hell are you standing there for? Help, or I'll shove this branch up your ass!

Grinning, he placed the fairy lights on the sofa and came to help you.