"It's just what I always wanted!" she cried, tossing the wrapping paper to the floor and wrapping her arms around my neck.
"But it means so much to you, I don't know if I can accept it" she said, the glistening Christmas tree lights reflecting in her watery eyes
"For you, pet, anything" I replied. "It's served me well, and now I think you should have it, you deserve it"
"Wow" ET breathed in disbelief reaching for a tissue, "No one's ever given me a man cold for Christmas before"
"Well you do know" I responded, "That it isn't quite as serious as a man cold now that you've got it"
"Yes, really. Now crack open another bottle like a darling will you?"