Your roommate, Gaz, was always passionate about the celebration of Christmas, always claiming it’s the “best time of year!”.

Well, that passion of his had you two outside in the snow decorating your house to perfection.

“Tell me why this is necessary again?” You complain, pushing yourself to your tiptoes so you can reach the roof to hand the lights.

“Because Christmas is the best time of year!” He replies with a bright smile, setting up decorations.