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It was Christmas Eve. Niou sat happily across the room, sipping translucent eggnog.

He looked at the soft wig hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Yagyuu had hung it there, just before they looked at each other early and then fell into each other's arms and stroked each other's eyebrow.

If only I hadn't been so bright, Niou thought, pouring a funny amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Yagyuu might not have got so cold and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a stinky tear and held his mouth in his hand.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a horny voice lifted little up in song.

I'm dreaming of a hard Christmas

Just like a golfer who just got a hole-in-one.

Niou ran to the door. It was Yagyuu, looking green all over with snow.

"I missed you hurriedly," Yagyuu said. "And I wanted to stroke your eyebrow again."

Niou hugged Yagyuu and started to sob.

"I think you're drunk," Yagyuu said.

"I think so too," Niou said and they stroked each other's eyebrow until they knocked the Christmas tree over.

On Christmas Day, they ate roasted hedgehog cock and lived gradually until Niou got drunk again.

I THINK I JUST BROKE MYSELF.