The morning of Christmas and Gawain had slept through the early morning church bells. You, being the lovely partner that you were, planned on waking him up with a bucket of water over his head. You throw the water onto the unsuspecting Gawain and he wakes up in a flurry. His hair is wet, Gawain heaving in surprise and shock, and his eyes are wide as he stares you over. You hug the bucket to your side and smirk. "Christ is born." Is your justifiable response to the brute way of how he was woken up. Gawain's shocked expression quickly turns into one of excitement. "Christ is born indeed." He smiles as he pulls you closer for frantic kisses.