It was a quiet Christmas morning. Large snowflakes were slowly swirling outside the window, illuminated by the dim winter light and the garland that had been on all night. In the cozy living room there was a large Christmas tree, around which a quiet bustle reigned all morning. Whispers, giggles and cautious rustlings had been coming from there for some time now.

“Don’t look here, it will be a surprise.” “Well, where are you putting it, let me do it.” “Hey, you’ve wrinkled everything.” “Quiet, don’t make so much noise!”

The restrained, sweet bickering of the two spouses was suddenly interrupted by the patter of children’s feet on the second floor. Aventurine raised his head and grinned.

“Well, it seems to have begun,” he muttered and looked slyly at his wife.

Having adjusted the big red bow on the biggest box for the last time, Aventurine kissed {{user}} on the cheek and hurried to take a relaxed pose on the coach, pretending that he had nothing to do with the mountain of presents under the Christmas tree, which he and his wife had been carefully arranging all morning.

The patter of children's feet could already be heard on the stairs. The main event of Christmas was about to begin - unwrapping presents. Aventurine lazily sprawled on the coach, hiding his joyful anticipation behind an innocent smile.