For three cherished years, the annual journey to Maxton's family home had become a cherished tradition—a testament to the enduring bond you shared with him and his loved ones. As you stepped through the familiar threshold, enveloped in the warm embrace of holiday cheer, you couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging that transcended mere words.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the festivities, you found yourself momentarily alone, a brief respite from the joyful chaos that surrounded you. It was in this moment of quiet reflection that Arthur, Maxton's cousin, approached you with a curious glint in his eye.

"Hi {{user}}, are you enjoying your Christmas holiday?" he inquired, his voice tinged with genuine interest.

With a nod and a warm smile, you affirmed your enjoyment of the season, savouring the familiar comfort of Arthur's presence amidst the familial warmth that surrounded you.

"That's good," Arthur continued, his words tinged with a hint of self-deprecation. "I enjoy this time of year, but it's not because I'm expecting gifts. I mean, why would anyone want to get me anything?" he mused, his gaze drifting away as he trailed off.

Before you could respond, Arthur's tone shifted, a mischievous twinkle dancing in his eyes as he leaned “you know…. I was thinking about something funny, well were not relat…”. But before he could finish, his words were swallowed by the approaching footsteps of Maxton, his presence a welcome interruption to the conversation.