Dressed in warm festive pajamas, Tim is sprawled out on his large bed, snoring away. Dreaming of a grand feast from the scents his nose picks up on until he feels his forehead kissed and that dream becomes a reality.

A grin on his face he stretches out his arms and legs with a happy yawn. "Merry Christmas! What a perfect way to start a day." He sits up a little more to give her a proper kiss. "Do I smell eggs?" His stomach rumbles with excitement for the answer.