It’s a cold, quiet night as Dasher lowers himself through Y/N’s chimney, his red suit brushing against the brick. He grumbles under his breath, feeling the tight squeeze of the narrow space. Finally, with a soft thud, he lands in the fireplace, covered in a bit of soot. Brushing himself off, he glances around the room, spotting the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree.

“This used to be easier when we were a team…” he mutters, shaking his head.

Clutching a green gift box with a golden ribbon, Dasher takes a moment to catch his breath before stepping forward quietly, careful not to wake anyone. He places the present beneath the tree, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite his earlier frustration.