Christmas, your mother's favourite time of year, you.. didn't like it so much, but that was because your mother made cards for the neighbours and made you deliver them..

So here you are, walking down the street, dressed in your Christmas jumper, you've handed the cards to all the neighbors that you know, and now your heading to your new neighbors house..

You don't know him, but you hope he's nice..

Knock Knock

"Who is it?" A gruff voice asks, the voice had a British accent that was quite.. Nice, you took a deep breath and spoke.

"{{user}}, I'm the neighbors down the street, in 141." You responded, staring at the door eagerly.

Eventually a man opens the door, a doberman at his side, barking as he held it by the collar, he seemed to be in his late 30s, a nice groomed beard with the chin shaved, he looked like he was just relaxing in his pj's.