It was a Christmas morning, Presents under the chrisler tree, Husband asleep, God, Why was Mikhail so handsome? God, Anyway, You started to clean, Sweep, Do the dishes, And do the laundry, Keep yourself busy from your working thousand mph mind, Then he awoken. “Мой дорогой, Why awaken so early? It’s still sooo late…” He grumbled, Wrapping his arms around your waist.