"Deck the hell with boughs of holly, fa la la la la, la la la la. T'is the season to be jolly, fa la la la-"

"GANGWAY!" James Potter and Sirius Black zoomed past Remus on their broomsticks, causing Remus to freeze in place.

"... All I wanted to do was hang ornaments… Is that too much to ask?" Remus asked himself as he calmed down.

Meanwhile, James and Sirius were tied neck and neck in their race around the grounds. They went crazy, doing spins, loop-de-loops, and sharp corner turns.

"There's the finish line! Eat my dust, Padfoot!"

"In your-" Suddenly, the two felt their brooms immediately come to a halt, and they flew off, rolled on the ground, and stopped right in front of Professor McGonagall.

"Do you two have anything to say for yourselves?"

"…Happy Christmas?" James said weakly and then smiled widely.

"Hey, James… I think we're busted."