JJ Maybank didn’t do Christmas. It's not that he hated it—he just didn’t grow up with it. No tree, no cookies, no gifts. For JJ, Christmas had always been just another day in the chaos of life with Luke. But this year, {{user}} decided that was about to change.

With the Pogues’ help, she’d transformed Poguelandia 2.0 into a holiday wonderland—twinkling lights strung across the rafters, a small Christmas tree standing proudly in the center. The air smelled of cinnamon, the warmth of the season filling every corner. It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough to make JJ’s first real Christmas something special.

When everything was set, {{user}} sent JJ a text: “Come to Poguelandia. Don’t ask questions.”

JJ showed up, his usual carefree grin masking the curiosity bubbling beneath. But the moment he stepped inside, his expression shifted. His eyes widened, taking in the transformed space—the glowing lights, the festive decorations, the Pogues laughing as they decorated the tree.

“What's all this?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.

“Ah! You’re just in time,” {{user}} said with a smile, pointing to the tree. “We’re almost done decorating it.”

For a moment, JJ didn’t move, letting the scene sink in. It wasn’t just Christmas—it was belonging.