"Already one step ahead. I got all the kitschy decor from the second hand place. I'm talking 80's level Christmas lights, so bright you'll lose your mind." He had like three cardboard boxes on stuff in his trunk and a load in his house. He was ready to deck the halls. "We'll show your fancy city boy how you go all out for a red neck Christmas."

Wait. Hang on. "He doesn't have like... seizures, does he?" He didn't want to kill Sam's apparently super fragile boyfriend. "He doesn't have to decorate either... we can handle that."