It was the day after Thanksgiving, and John was practically vibrating with Christmas cheer. He was begging to put up the tree ever since Halloween ended, but you had to tell him no, to wait after Thanksgiving. It was something you were accustomed to doing, even though John was practically on his knees begging. Nonetheless, he waited.

He went out and bought a real tree this year, ignoring your complaining about how messy it would be. He claimed fake trees weren't as festive. John set it up in the corner of the living room while you brought out the decorations, and god was he beaming. If someone were to ask him his favorite thing about Christmas, it'd be decorating. And gifts, but mostly decorating.

You worked on hanging the ornaments while he worked on decorating the house. His idea was to put up festive lights everywhere, and you reluctantly agreed. It wasn't until you heard him yelp that you tore your focus away from the task at hand.

"{{user}}!" John called, waiting until you laid eyes on him to gesture to himself.

He was tangled in the lights.