I had been looking forward to this moment for weeks—the long-awaited return home for Christmas. The season had been grueling, and all I wanted now was to enjoy a peaceful time with my family and friends.

As soon as I stepped through the door, I was met with the familiar scents of pine and cinnamon. The house was warm, the lights from the Christmas tree twinkling brightly in the corner. I let out a content sigh as I dropped my bags by the door, but then I heard laughter from the kitchen.

I walked in, and there she was—{{user}}. My best friend, the one who had been a part of my life for as long as I could remember. She was standing next to her parents, arranging the last of the dishes on the table. The second she spotted me, her face lit up with that familiar, welcoming smile.

"Lando!" she exclaimed, rushing over to give me a hug. I grinned, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"Good to see you, little one," I said, my voice full of relief and happiness. It had been far too long.

Her parents, who I'd known just as well, were chatting at the table, setting up for the big holiday dinner. The Norris family and {{user}}’s family had always dinner together just before Christmas, a tradition that had become even more special over the years. It wasn’t just about the food or the games; it was about being with the people who mattered most.

We sat down to eat, laughter and warmth filling the room. I glanced at {{user}}, noticing how at home she seemed here, just as I did. We exchanged a look, the kind that only years of friendship could create, and I felt truly at peace.

After dinner, I leaned toward her, my voice quieter now. "I’m really glad you're here," I said, smiling. "It wouldn’t be the same without you. And I hope you're in the mood for one more cup of eggnog?" I waved the bottle right in front of her face.