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Author's Notes : I'd like to take this opportunity to thank anyone that has taken the time to email me personally, comment on my stories or simply read them! It's greatly appreciated and is one of the main reasons I keep attempting to write something I hope you'll enjoy.

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Louise's sparking light hazel eyes failed to hide her excitement. She'd been sat at home on her sofa for over 10 minutes now, her Mickey Mouse PJs keeping her snug and warm whilst she stared at the tree. Its twinkling lights almost hypnotic in their pattern. The bright blue, green and red baubles reflecting the lights, adding to the dazzle and sparkle. She'd been home since midday, had slipped into her PJs the moment she stepped in through the door, making sure to grab the tartan blanket for extra cosiness. Her glowing mood and warm soft feeling adding to her Christmassy feeling.

They liked to keep their first floor flat simple every Christmas, putting all their time and effort into buying the best tree they could, and then lavishing it with all their attention. Their love for Christmas focussed tightly on this one thing. It had certainly paid off. Anyone entering the room had their eyes immediately drawn towards the 7 foot high tree in the corner, adorned with as much Christmas cheer as its branches could hold.

Louise was still staring at the tree when she heard a key in the front door, heard it turning before the door was pushed open.

"Hi Honey, I'm home!" came the laughing lilt of Becky's voice, Louise's girlfriend.

Becky poked her head into the front room, catching Louise pause briefly before turning her head quickly to face her. A little embarrassed as Becky had told her on a number of occasions that obsessing about Christmas wasn't healthy.

"Hi", said Louise, a mild look of guilt spreading across her face.

Becky walked over and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Now what have I said about staring?" she chided, wagging her finger in an almost comical fashion whilst her bright blue eyes locked onto Louise's sparkly hazel eyes.

Louise stared back. She'd run out of excuses, had tried every single one at least once. All she could manage was a submissive nod, in the hope this would appease Becky.

Becky knew fully well that Louise was mainly interested in the presents beneath the tree. Every Christmas she always asked for one present on Christmas Eve, one small gift, a token if you will. Every year Becky stood her ground. Tradition for her dictated that the unwrapping began on Christmas Day, and not a moment sooner. This inevitably resulted in Louise pouting and complaining, before the second glass of wine had kicked in allowing her to relax and put things into perspective a little better. Becky was confident this year would be no different. This year however, Becky had made some plans.

"So," said Louise, looking Becky in the eye with a quizzical look. "When can I open a present?"

"Are we really going to go through this every year?" asked Becky, glaring back while the corners of her mouth lifted into a slight smile.

"Well....I reckon you're going to have to give in at some point," grinned Louise.

"I am after all worth it."

She quickly jumped back, trying to avoid the reaching arm of Becky as she swiped a hand.

"Be careful what you wish for young lady, that's all I've got say on the matter," said Becky.

She allowed herself time to pour a quick G