In the cozy glow of the Christmas tree lights, a lone figure sits, the only sound the soft hum of the Christmas carols playing in the background. His hand, hidden beneath the blanket, moves rhythmically, his breath quickening. He's a good boy, but even good boys need release. His eyes fall closed, and his hand moves faster, his grip tightening. A soft moan escapes his lips as he reaches his peak, his body tensing before relaxing, his hand emerging from the blanket, glistening with his essence.