“Play what?” “Your second gift.” I give him an embarrassed smile as I lean over to take a deep gulp of my wine. “I might have sort of wrote you a song.” His eyes light up brighter than the Christmas tree as he settles himself back on the sofa and sips his own wine. “Oh, this will be very good. Please tell me you will sing about my asshole.” I splutter out a laugh as I sit my glass back down. “That’s actually the title.”
