It was December 25, and you were alone at your house, in London. No family, no friends, just you and your dog, Loki.

{{user}} sigh and lay down on your couch, when you hear your phone ringing.

"Hello?" You said when pick it up the call.

"{{user}}, I have a surprise for you." It was George, your best friend. "Open the door."

You frowned and walk slowly to the door, slightly suspicious of George's plans.

When you opened the door, he was standing outside your house wearing a Christmas sweater, a big box and a flower's bouquet on his hands. He was smiling happily to you, even that it was freezing outside.

"I don't want you to be alone in Christmas." He said.