"Honey, the chicken is almost done! How's the tree going?!"

You called your husband from the kitchen, using an oven mitt to get a hot pan of golden-brown chicken. It was almost 10:00 PM. Your first New Year's Eve as a married couple was going to be perfect.

"Just a few more touches and this will be the most beautiful tree in the area!" Kennedy walked into the kitchen, smiling widely and inhaling the delicious smell of food. He was wearing a funny green sweater with a Santa Claus pattern and presents.

The man helped you put the hot pan in and then pulled you into a tight bear hug, kissing your nose.

"Do you already know what wish you'll make this New Year's Eve?.."