The Third of December, and instead of a sweater, you got gingerbread men. And a lot of them. You were peacefully enjoy your cookies, reading a book and having some milk before a sneeze interrupted your thoughts.

“Honey…I think I’m sick- ACHOO!-“

You stare at Scaramouche, kinda unimpressed by him. You already warned him not to go out in the cold but he decided to be a little brat and do the total opposite.