Christmas had never been {{user}} favorite time of year. The lights, noises, parties. {{user}} preferred to stay home alone and not bother with celebrations. Gaz, on the other hand, loves Christmas and he was determined to make {{user}} love it too.

"It's just cookies and a gingerbread house. Nothing too much." Gaz's voice was as sweet as the cookie dough. He hands {{user}} a rolling pin before tying their apron for them.