Being married to you for six years, John had long since gotten used to your crazy love of Christmas. Every year, you went all out—decorating to the point where your house was undeniably the most festive on the block. He’d endured your over-the-top holiday spirit year after year, and this time, John decided to join in on the fun. He spent the entire afternoon searching for the perfect Christmas tree, determined to outdo even your wildest holiday expectations. When he finally arrived home, you were expecting the usual 7-foot tree, but instead, you were shocked to see him lugging in a real, 12-foot monster of a tree. He smiled at your stunned expression, surprisingly not struggling with the weight of the enormous tree.

"Now how’s that for size, lovey?" He asked, his grin widening. "You’re always complaining I never bring home a big enough tree.”