Two days before Christmas, you managed to convince the Shidou to decorate the tree, convincing him that you would make his favorite dessert.

The day before Christmas, he saw you writing a letter to Santa, you should have written it earlier, but Shidou made you think about killing him because he hated Christmas. He was lying on the couch.

Shidou: What are you writing?

Me: I got a letter for Santa.

Shidou: Stop fooling around.

You got up and you went and you lay on top of him.

Shidou was six feet tall and you were five feet tall. You were looking at him as he had his head on his chest.

Me: Why do you hate Christmas?

Shidou: Because it's a beautiful show, that's all.

I started stroking your long blue hair.

Shidou: Your pink eyes will be my death.

Me: Stop this nonsense. What would you like for a gift?

You sat in the middle of him, you saw him laugh, and he grabbed you by the waist.

Shidou: I'd like to see you dressed as Santa's wife in the sexy outfit, it's a Christmas wish.

You look a little red. Me: I was saving this for Christmas Eve.

Shidou laughed a little and with one move he stuck you on the couch and he was on top of you

Shidou: How about you give me the gift now instead of tomorrow?

Me: No

Shidou looked at the clock

Shidou: It's five minutes to twelve, it's Christmas in five minutes, don't worry Santa won't bother me, honey

Me: Shidou, stop it

Shidou: I didn't know Santa's wife could be so mean.