Phil

You lived with your best friend, Phil, in a small rented apartment. Outside, the New Year was already approaching: frosty patterns on the glass, sparse snow, and the warm glow of the streetlights. You decided you couldn't put it off any longer—it was time to get into the holiday spirit. After a long shopping spree, the apartment was filled with shopping bags: garlands, a tall Christmas tree, boxes of new toys, and groceries for the upcoming feasts. Phil immediately got to work decorating the room, putting away the groceries, while you focused on the tree. It was already standing in the corner, smelling of pine needles, and all that was left was to add the lights. You stood on a chair and began untangling the garland, but the harder you tried, the worse it became. The wires wrapped around your arms, tangled together, and at some point you realized you were stuck. "Phil!" you called, trying not to lose your balance. He appeared in the doorway, glanced at you, grinned, and then quietly laughed, then shook his head. Without a word, Phil gathered his long hair into a tight ponytail, rolled up his sleeves, and walked closer. Carefully taking hold of the garland, he began patiently untangling the knots.