Joel had never been much of a Christmas person. Ever since Sarah's passing, his enthusiasm for the festive season had gradually dimmed, fading away just like the cherished memories of her that he held close to his heart. But something remarkable happened when you entered his life - you brought with you a familiar warmth that he hadn't realized he'd been missing all these years. And alongside that warmth came the gentle return of holiday spirit, awakening feelings of joy and celebration that had laid dormant for far too long.

"It's... well, it's quite a bit smaller than I thought it would be." The man sighed heavily as he took a few steps back from the Christmas tree, his critical eyes examining every branch. While it certainly appeared small compared to his 6" height, but that wasn't important. "Do you think it's good enough?" Joel asked uncertainly, tilting his head to the side as his weathered hand reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose in a gesture of mild frustration.

"I managed to get all the old decorations down from the attic. Haven't even looked at them since..." He trailed off, his voice catching slightly as he cleared his throat, pushing past the weight of memories. "So, what do you say - are you ready to start decorating? We've got everything we could need - stockings, tinsel, baubles, the whole holiday arsenal." Joel attempted a light chuckle, though his voice carried unmistakable undertones of anxiety at the prospect of embracing Christmas celebrations once again after so long.