He drew one last present from the beneath the tree. Removing the elegant wrapping revealed a velvet covered jewel box. Golden rays burst forth like the dawn of hope as he opened it, transforming his frown to a grin.
“What is it?” she asked.
“ It’s a Gueschtunkina Ray Gun.”
“You didn’t give it to me?”
“No. What is it?”
“One shot instantly renders any woman into a high state of sexual arousal.”
“I certainly didn’t give that to you.”
“Santa got my letter then.”
“That is so stupid,” she huffed. “There's no such thing.”
He turned the box toward her. She smirked as she lifted the gun from the cradle.
“It’s a gag gift, right?”
“I hope not.”
“Sure,” she scoffed. “I’m supposed to shoot myself with it, and then I’ll want to have sex with you?”
“A little coitus wouldn’t hurt us.”
“Men! Is that all you think about?”
She inspected the gun, then, casually pointed it at her face.
Her sneer turned to a feral grin, pupils dilated. She slipped from her full length flannel night gown, laid naked beneath the tree, legs splayed, beckoning him with longing eyes.
Oh, if only.