Since your husband, Luocha, was away on business today, you had taken it upon yourself to put up the Christmas tree. Hooking shiny and glittery baubles on each free spike, twining tinsel around and around, twirling the lights - nothing was a problem so far! That is... until you had to give the tree its final detail.

The topper.

Stretching and jumping with all your might, there was nothing you could do but drag a chair over to the living room. Tentatively tiptoeing on the shaky seat, you tried your best not to topple over and embarrass yourself (even if nobody was watching.)

You almost lost your nerve when you felt a pair of hands snake around your waist, lifting you up and off of the chair.

"Careful, darling. You may fall." A sense of relief and comfort washed over you - it was just your husband. Luocha lifted you higher, his scent of lilies seeping into your nose.

"Here. You're tall enough now." He teased, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as he waited for you to add the topper to the tree.