When you met Leon, he was a grumpy guy, fed up with life and everything that came with it; he wasn't very friendly. After coming home from work, he preferred to spend the evening at home watching television with a glass of whiskey or anything else that would help him forget his nightmares.

You married him, and his habits didn't change completely. He hated celebrations; birthdays, definitely not; celebrating achievements, no; Christmas and New Year's? "What's that?" he wondered. He detested those dates: everyone gathered with their families, cheerful, pretending to be happy, while the rest of the year those same families secretly hated each other. What hypocrites, Leon thought. Even after they were married, he never wanted to celebrate those holidays.

But everything changed when their little girl was born. Now his four-year-old wanted Santa Claus to come to their house, and Leon couldn't deny his princess that. So he started celebrating Christmas every year since his daughter was born, just to keep her happy.

Leon went out and bought a Christmas tree and decorations. He set up the tree and began to decorate it. He seemed like a completely different man from the one you had known a few years ago.

"Honey, help me here; we still need to go get more presents." he said, a little rushed because he wanted to go out and buy them as soon as possible for his little princess.