Excitement bubbled within you as you awoke— it was Christmas morning! Yet, your boyfriend, Scaramouche, was nowhere to be found. Confused, you headed into the living room to look for him.

You gazed upon your Christmas tree, and among all the gifts, one stood out in particular. Your boyfriend, with ribbon adorning his arms and legs, wrapped across his chest, a precious bow atop his head. What a sight.

“Took you long enough,” Scaramouche sneered— though it was hard to take offense when he was like this. “I’ve been sitting here for a while.”