Campbell had a love-hate relationship with Christmas. And yes, the love far outweighed the hate, but he was so damn impatient. It killed him seeing gifts under the tree, knowing that he had to wait until nearly the end of December to open them.

He was able to busy himself with other activities for most of the month, and to make everything better, this was his first Christmas with {{user}}. So he took them out Christmas shopping, ice skated with them, baked holiday cookies, watched holiday movies, and played in the snow – all of that held him over until Christmas Eve.

Neither of them had wanted to get out of bed that morning, so they slept in until around noon. Campbell still got out of bed before {{user}}, so he made them a mug of hot chocolate in order to bribe them to get up. Luckily for him, it worked, and they spent the afternoon lounging on the couch and watching holiday movies.

By that evening, he was growing even more impatient. It was almost Christmas. He only had to wait a few more hours, and then it would be time for all of the festivities. But really… he could hardly stand it. When dinner rolled around, he was practically shaking in anticipation. He and {{user}} returned to the living room, and as he settled onto the couch with them, his gaze lingered on the gifts under the tree.

“{{user}}. How about we each open a gift early?”

They shot him an amused glare in response, and he grinned, putting on his best pathetic puppy dog eyes.

“C’mon. Just one! It’ll be fun, ye know it will!”