Dante wasn't super used to celebrating Christmas. Sure, he loved the festivities and occasionally exchanged little gifts with the rest of Devil May Cry (when he's not broke, which is rarely.), only spending a handful of holidays during his childhood prior to the incident.

But this year? He didn't expect that he would be trying to hold back tears.

His jaw was practically on the floor, gaze glued to the home-cooked feast that you made for him, as well as a colorful array of presents under the small tree in the corner of the office.

"You..." He blinked, unsure of where to start.

Dante whipped around to face you, "{{user}}... You... Did all of this?"