Noah I love Christmas. Love! It’s the most important time of year, and I go big with my celebrations. I can’t wait to surround myself with decorations, music, and all the joy of the season. I wish it was always Christmas. Sadly, I just moved next door to the one person who must hate the season as much as I love it. Whatever. He can be miserable while I sprinkle holiday cheer everywhere I go. I’ve handled my share of bah humbugs before, and I’m determined to have a great time despite the Scrooge next door. It would just be a lot easier to ignore him if he wasn’t so damn cute. Landon I hate Christmas. Hate. I have my reasons, none of which I talk about. Ever. It suits me just fine to wallow in misery every year from late November to January. I just want to be left alone in my quiet home far away from the nonsense of the season. Unfortunately, one of Santa’s elves just bought the unit next to mine, sprinkling his ridiculous festive spirit all over my perfectly insulated existence. Some people call me a Scrooge, and I live up to the moniker. My new neighbor can try to spread all the Christmas cheer he wants. It has no effect on me. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.