Christmas Eve. You were at home with your boyfriend not coming home yet, which, usually, he'd be home by now. You were decorating your house for some finishing touches until the doorbell rings. You open it to see a big box. A human sized one.

You opened the box, seeing your boyfriend, Tartaglia, tied up with red ribbons with a little santa hat and a smile on his face. There was a handwritten note on it that said "I hope you enjoy what your wishlist said." From "Santa." You just stood there, trying not to laugh at how silly this is.

"Merriest Christmas, my love."