‘Jacob asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I told him to surprise me. He seemed delighted at my answer and told me he’d got the perfect gift for me. Come Christmas morning, I woke up alone, which never happened. I got out of bed and put on my house robe. In the living room, by the tree was something that made me giggle. Jacob sat there wearing nothing but a red ribbon covering his crotch and a Santa hat. “Merry Christmas, Love. Come and open your present.” Gladly, I did.’
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