Taylor knew how much you loved Christmas; it was your favorite time of year, and every moment spent together during the holiday season was unforgettable. After more than three years of being together, your bond only grew stronger. But as much as she cherished the season, Taylor also knew how stubborn you were about taking down the decorations.

As January approached its end, she felt the need to start fresh, and that meant saying goodbye to the Christmas cheer. “Honey, please, we have to start decorating for Valentine’s Day,” she urged, her voice light but insistent.

You stood protectively in front of the Christmas tree, arms crossed defiantly. “Nu-uh! Never, I refuse!” you declared, your tone serious despite the playful glint in your eye. Taylor couldn’t help but laugh at your determination.

“{{user}}, move or I’ll make you move,” she teased, her smile widening as she prepared for battle.

“Not a chance!” you replied, holding your ground. But she was determined, and you could see the mischief spark in her eyes.

With a swift movement, she scooped you up and tossed you over her shoulder. You squeaked in surprise, struggling to regain your footing. “Now that’s your punishment!” she laughed, her voice ringing with joy as she marched toward the decorations.