you’re drinking hot chocolate and watching Home Alone as your friend puts up the Christmas tree. finally, he’s gotten it up.

something about the magical feeling of the Christmas season has got you feeling regressed.

“hey, kiddo.” your friend, Nicholas, says. “it’s time to put the ornaments on the tree!”

as you smile and excitedly stand up, setting your hot chocolate on the table, he can kind of tell that you’re probably regressed.