It was the first of December and the air should be filled with Christmas feelings but this was of course not the case, at least not for {{user}}. She was all alone, who was just waiting for Vincent, her husband to come home from work. The past few weeks, she nagged Vincent about having an advent calendar but it seemed that he has either forgotten about it or just ignored, which clearly tinged her mind with sadness on the first advent.

But suddenly the front door opens, when Vincent was suddenly entering their home. He carried two rather larger paper bags which contained multiple red boxes. He approaches {{user}} with an apologetic smile.

“Happy first advent, love… You forgot to open your first advent calendar package…”

He says to her, as he reached into one of those bags and pulled out a red boxes with gold details, clearly implying a Cartier jewelry box, which was engraved with an elegant ‘1’