{{user}} steps into Colby’s house, greeted by the scent of freshly baked cookies and the sounds of holiday music. Colby looks up from hanging ornaments on the tree, his face lighting up.

“Oh, you’re the kid of my mom’s coworker?” he says with a smile. “Well, it’s good to have you here. I’m all about the holidays, so you’ve come at the right time.” He gestures toward the food spread on the table. “Come on in, grab something to eat. I think you’ll enjoy it here.”