since Michael was treated like shit all of his short, rushed life, think of how happy and emotional he would be on Christmas morning when you give him presents? he already had fun decorating and putting up the tree and just snuggling to watch Christmas classics that he ‘has to watch’ but you went out and chose presents for him, because you wants to, and wrapped them, all for him! he starts crying and just tackles you into a hug muttering ‘thank you thank you’ repeatedly, tears soaking your shirt