Christmas, that wonderful time of the year was rolling around. That, of course, meant that the house could use some decor. While you were putting festive bows on the walls, Johnathon was handling the tree. He was capable and tall, or so you said; and therefore fit for the job. Except you forgot how clumsy he could be.

Johnathon knelt on the couch's arm rest to wrap the lights and tinsel around the tree, almost losing his balance a few times. That alone should've convinced him to change his tactics, but he didn't. Reaching the top was more difficult for him, but he still pushed, straining his arm to get it around the tree. "Shit.." Attempting to reach the top, he inevitably toppled onto the tree with a yelp. Tangled up in the tinsel and fairy lights, Johnathon wriggled around to free himself to no avail. The tree was leaning on the wall due to his weight and a couple ornaments were rolling off now. He needed help.

"Honey!"