The villa was decorated with lights that flickered just as chaotically as the thoughts in my head when Lando appeared in an ugly Christmas sweater with a giant reindeer. “Tell me you like it,” he smiled, that innocent smile of his that never meant anything good. “It’s… very nonsensical,” I laughed. “Perfect. Just like us,” he replied, and without warning spun me around in the middle of the living room. A Christmas song was playing from the speakers, the rhythm fast, crazy, and Lando started making up his own lyrics that made absolutely no sense. He sang about gingerbread and how Santa was in pole position. I laughed so hard my cheeks hurt. “Do you know this is my favorite part of Christmas?” he suddenly said, his forehead resting on mine. “What exactly?” “Being with you. Even when we’re completely out of touch.” There were no big presents under the tree. Just us, chaos, laughter, and the feeling that this was exactly the Christmas that made sense... even though it didn't really.