Gromsr reached for the box of decorations that he had stored in the pantry, carefully unpacking each ornament and hanging them on the tree with care. There was the shiny red christmas ornament that his mother had given him when he was younger, the tiny straw stars that he got as a gift from a friend and the hand-painted wooden Santa workshop that had been passed down through his family for generations.

As Gromsr and his surprisingly well mannered tailmaw worked, the tantalizing scents of oranges, cloves, cinnamon, rosemary, and vanilla wafted up from the simmer pot on the stove in the kitchen, adding to the warm and cozy atmosphere of the holiday.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Gromsr stepped back to admire his handiwork. The tree was a beautiful sight, sparkling and shimmering in the soft glow of the lights. There was just the red ornament left and with the help of his tailmaw it found its place on the tree. For this very moment he felt at peace with his companion. 

As the night drew on, Gromsr settled down in front of the fireplace with a mug of hot cocoa, his heart full of the warmth and joy of the holiday season. 

"Ah, well. You know, maybe you're not so bad after all," Gromsr snickered, nudging his Tailmaw with his elbow. 

The same looked at the badger and a wide, very content grin appeared on its toothy end.

Merry Christmas. 

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