Christmas. The best time of the year. Where presents are exchanged and snow falls.

Well, {{user}} has always loved Christmas.

Konig? .. not so much.

Because every year, his height is turned against him.

You are wrapping green tinsel around him while a paper star flops loosely in the slight breeze, half-hazardously glued to his head.

“You should be more festive, Konig.” {{user}} chirps, a wide grin on your face.

“Ach du lieber Gott.”