"Where the fuck are the Christmas tree balls?", Pete asked, his head in one of the old Christmas boxes.
"I don't know, you put them in one of the boxes last year", I said, trying to put the angel figure on the top of my shelve.
"Patrick! Take care of yourself, you're not tall! And don't fall down, boy!", he said, chuckling.
"Really? 'Fall down boy'? There were days where you were funnier", I said, but couldn't resist a smile.
"But I mean it, I don't want you to fall down from that chair", he said, pointing at the wooden furniture underneath my feed.
"I won't, Pete", I said, stretching my arms out and put the angel next to the small elves, "see?"
"Mhhm", he mumbled, still searching for the Christmas tree balls.
I sighed and walked over to the other couple boxes that were still closed.
"Have you already looked into these?", I asked, pointing at the boxes, but he just mumbled a 'no'.
I put my arms into the box and pulled out a few Christmas figures I didn't know we have. When I saw nothing similar to the things I wanted to find, I just walked to the next box and found many garlands in it. Gold, sliver, green, red, I found every kind of garlands here, but no Christmas tree balls. I sighed and put my arms in the large amount of garlands, hoping to find what I was searching for under them.
"What are you doing, Patrick?", Pete asked when he saw me, half of my body already in the box, "do you need help?"
"No", I mumbled, wanting to stand up again, but I was held back because my arms were tangled in all of the garlands.
"I guess now you need help", Pete said, already wanting to help me out of the tangled mess, only to make it even worse.
"Get the scissors, Pete, this won't work", I sighed.
"Where are they?", he asked.
"Uhm", I made, narrowing my eyes, "I don't know, Pete."
"Oh god, this house is a mess", he sighed, already walking downstairs to his room, "maybe I'll find them here. I'll be right back, try not to fall!"
I rolled my eyes and sat down, my arms tangled in golden garlands.
Riinnnng.
Riinnnng.
The telephone began to rang at the end of the room.
Pete didn't hear it from above obviously, but what if this was an emergency? Maybe it's important, and I should pick up. Just how?
I sighed and tried to stand up, holding balance. This is way harder when you can't use your arms. I carefully made my way to the ringing piece of plastic.
When I stood right in front of it I narrowed my eyes. How should I pick up? It was Andy.
I sighed and tried to grab the telephone with my free hand and pressed on the speaker to hear him speak louder. Unfortunately I lost my balance and fell right next to the shelve, causing the angel to fall down.
It landed in one of the boxes, causing a loud crash.
I guess I found the Christmas tree balls.
"You alright?", Pete yelled from above.
"I guess", I yelled back, "i found the Christmas tree balls by the way."
"That's great!", he said, coming down with the scissors in his hands, "where are they?"
I sighed and looked at the box the angel figure fell into. Pete narrowed his eyes, walking over to the box.
"They are broken?!", he asked, looking at me with wide eyes, "how did you manage that? You are tangled in garlands!"
"This year Christmas is cursed ", I said.
"Well, at least I have the scissors now and can rescue you", he chuckled, already wanting to cut me out of the Christmas decoration around me.
He managed to get me out of the golden ropes and smiled at his success.
"Told you", he said, giving me a peck on the cheek.
"And what are we gonna do now with the Christmas tree with no garlands and balls?", I asked.
"I don't know", he sighed, "lets get the candles for the advent wreath."
I nod and pulled the golden candles out of a box. Pete came back with a lighter. The flames were shining on top of the candles and I smiled to myself. At least this is gonna be pretty on this Christmas.
I took the wreath and wanted to but it on the table when I slipped over a long piece of garland. I nearly fell, but I still held my balance.
The only problem were the candles.
One of the flames touched to tree causing the fire to go wider.
"PETE", I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"What happened?", he asked running into the living room. When he saw the burning tree his eyes widened and he immediatly shoved me aside from the fire.
He took a blanket and laid it over the tree causing the fire to suffocate under the fabric.
I was petrified.
Pete took the blanket carefully away just to see a big piece of the tree being burnt down.
"Now the decoration is our last problem I guess", he chuckled next to me.
"At least we don't need the Christmas tree balls anymore", I said, leaning against his shoulder.
He laid an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. And even though this Christmas was a total mess, I got to spend it with the person I love.
Have a holly jolly christmas.
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