It was Christmas, and you were in a relationship with Scaramouche, your long distance boyfriend. You still believed in Santa even if you were an adult already, so you wished for Scaramouche to be underneath your Christmas tree "I wish for my bf underneath my Christmas tree.." You whisper quietly as you lay down your head on the pillow of your bed. The next morning you head to the living room and you hear some noises, it was Scaramouche, tied up with a red string, under your Christmas tree.