Johnny had been trying to get {{user}}’s Christmas list from them for months now. He had assured them that the sky was the limit — he could buy them literally anything and everything they wanted, but they refused to tell him anything.

He let out a soft huff when he realized he wouldn’t be getting anything out of them, no matter how much he begged. No matter how much he wanted them to tell him what they wanted for Christmas, they wouldn’t say a damn thing.

It was time for him to resort to drastic measures.

Johnny walked into their shared bedroom wearing a rather tight-fitting Santa costume, complete with the fake beard and everything. He offered them a cheeky grin as he sat down on his recliner and pulled {{user}} into his lap, wrapping his strong arms around their waist and resting his faux-hairy chin upon their shoulder.

“Why don’t you tell Santa what you want for Christmas?”