Boromir sat on the table edge. He fingered the ivy and green branches unthinkingly. He'd been hoping to help Aragorn with the decorations, poking great sticks of greenstuff behind all the statues and pots all over the place. Now he was sitting here alone, no King to work with.
The door suddenly flew open under the hefty kick of snowy boots. Aragorn's legs appeared, and half a cloak. A muffled Kingly voice demanded
"Hey, dreamy, gissa hand here!" and the enormous bunch of holly advanced. Boromir grinned, dodged the fallen holly, held his King close, and gave him his hand!