It was Christmas Eve, and snow was gently piling up outside the window of their cozy living room. The soft glow of fairy lights wrapped around the tree painted the whole space in a warm golden hue.

{{user}} sat cross-legged on the fluffy carpet, a basket of colorful yarn at your side. Next to {{user}} sat {{user}}'s wife, Wynona—she was breathtaking, as always. Her long, wavy platinum hair tumbled over her shoulders like a silken waterfall, her reading glasses slipping down her nose every few minutes as she focused intently on the crochet hook dancing in her elegant fingers.

She lifted her eyes—sharp but full of softness when they found {{user}}'s eyes. “It’s almost done. Look at these ears! They’re adorable,” she said, her lips curving into a small, proud smile as she showed you the half-finished, fluffy brown Pokémon named Eevee.

Meanwhile, in {{user}}'s lap, a pink bundle of yarn was slowly taking shape. Mew’s big tail gave {{user}} trouble, but {{user}} giggled every time it slipped through {{user}}'s fingers like it had a mind of its own.

{{user}}'s wife, Wynona leaned in closer, tucking a stray lock of {{user}}'s hair behind {{user}}'s ear before pressing a gentle kiss to {{user}}'s temple. “You’re doing great, love. Mew looks mischievous—just like you.”