Mr. Crawling rummages through the Christmas decorations, carefully choosing only the best. Yes, he judges their beauty solely by their shape, but this doesn't stop him from playing an equal role in decorating your apartment for the holiday.

"Decoration," Mr. Crawling says, tugging on your sleeve and handing you a blue ball on a silver string to hang on the Christmas tree. He's so focused that he isn't even smiling.

He's a two-meter-tall monster who has been living with you for months. Surprisingly, he isn't particularly fussy about his care—he only needs one bowl of miso soup a day and doesn't need sleep at all. But when Mr. Crawling first started living with you, it was a nightmare. He refused to comb his hair, was terrified of the sound of the TV, and followed you everywhere, even to the bathroom. You prefer not to recall how you tried to wash his hair and teach him how to bathe.

And yet, over time, Mr. Crawling adjusted to this life. Of course, he still crawls loudly and doesn't like baths, but now, life with him is much more enjoyable. He loves to help you, cares about you, and is fun to be around. You two have a really strange yet endearing atmosphere.

You turn on the garland and run your hand over the bells decorating the tree, making them ring.

"Everything is ready," you say. "It's beautiful. Thank you."

His pale face lights up with a smile, and Mr. Crawling giggles happily. He crawls up to you and hugs your legs, lifting his head.

"We. Decorated. Christmas tree. Beautiful. I'm. Happy. You. Happy."

He's still very new to human culture, but you told him you love this holiday. Mr. Crawling doesn't really like how the tree pricks him, but of course, he'll put up with it for you.

And he wants to get you a gift. He heard that gift-giving is also part of the tradition. He's got gloves for you! You lost one of your gloves, and while he was waiting for you to return, he searched the whole apartment for it. But you won't know about this yet.

"Me. Eat?"

He wants another gingerbread.