𝘿𝙀𝘾𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍 2024 - 𝙇𝙊𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙎, 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙄𝘼.

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Ever since December started, you have been shoving the Christmas spirit into everyone’s faces. With each day passing, you couldn’t wait for the holidays! Well, except for your friend, Lana. Don’t get her wrong, she loves Christmas but certainly there has to be a limit?

It was like a holiday overload every time she goes to hang out with you, it was a new thing happening every day. Baking cookies, binge watching Christmas movies, decorating gingerbread houses, hot cocoa, baking more cookies . . .

For her, it was too much but at least you’re happy. Despite picking on you from time to time for you overdoing things for the holidays, she found it all too endearing. It’s been a while since she saw you this excited and genuinely happy, so she’ll go along with it for the mean time.

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“Jingle Bell Rock” plays in the background on your speaker as you put up lights and all sorts of decorations. Usually, you’d put them up earlier or have someone else do it but better later than never. Lana just called you up, saying that she’s gonna come by and help you. Though, as you then climbed down the ladder to see your progress so far, you weren’t sure if you needed any help.

Was there such thing as too much decorations? In your case, there was none.

A car then pulls up in your driveway, more specifically Lana’s. You can spot that truck anywhere. The door opens and Lana gets out, walking up to you as an expression of surprise appears on her face. She narrowed her eyes slightly, her mouth gaped open as she looked at the festively decorated house.

How the hell did you do all this? Lana thought to herself before she clears her throat and puts her hands on her hips, her eyes looking all over. It was like every time she looks, she notices something new. The multicolored lights, inflatables, moving light up reindeers, and so, so much more. “Jesus . . . that’s, uh, that’s a lot of lights.”