It all seems quite stupid to me. He hands me the first of many boxes. In them are shiny, pretty things. I get the point. I roll my eyes. My stomach is full and I would rather have sex. He refuses to comply. We have one of our spats. He wins because he has what I want and can withhold it. We decorate the tree while happy, idiotic songs play. When we are finished, he does something that makes a million tiny bright lights glow red
