"Kevin! I said no. That's not right. Here, let me hold it. NO! That's the wrong hole. It goes in this one." "Nik, I've done this before. I know which hole it goes into." I was trying not to get too frustrated with him. He is only a man after all. "You're aiming at the wrong hole. And this stick goes in that hole. Ok, look. This hole is for the oil. And this one is for the brake fluid. Got it?" Kevin sighed and handed me the bottle. On his way back into the house he yelled, "I'll start dinner." I had to laugh to myself at how our roles seemed to be reversed. I was the mechanic and carpenter while Kevin was the cook and house cleaner.
I finished up in the garage and went in to see what smelled so good. "Mmm. My favourite. Chicken Kiev. Baby. You are so good to me." I kissed Kevin before running up to take a shower. After getting cleaned up I went downstairs and joined Kevin. He had the table set with candles next to the Christmas tree and soft Christmas music playing. "Wow. This is nice. What's the occasion?" He smiled at me and said, "The occasion is that I love you. Merry Christmas Eve." How did I ever get so lucky? Kevin had put up the decorations and we did the tree together. It was our first Christmas in our new home. Some rooms still needed to be christened. The dining room was one of them. He took my hand and led me to the table, pushing in my chair after me. He poured our eggnog and sat beside me. He stopped me when I reached for my fork and took it instead. He put a small piece of chicken on it and fed it to me. That went on for a few minutes and then it was my turn. I did the same thing for him. Neither of us saying a word. Everything seemed perfect until....."Oh baby. I am so sorry. I don't know how that happened. It just flew off the fork. Oh look. You have chicken in your hair." I felt bad but couldn't help laughing when I looked at him. "You think it's funny? I'm covered in chicken and you're laughing? Well, how do you like this then?" He took a handful of food and dropped it down my top. That caused a no holds barred food fight. When we finally stopped throwing our dinner around our place looked like a cyclone hit it. We sat on the floor, out of breath, looking around the house. Food was everywhere. Even on top of the tree. I couldn't help it. I started to giggle. He followed and we were soon laughing and rolling on the floor. Before I knew it Kevin was kissing down my neck. "You taste so good." Our clothing was discarded and we made passionate love on the floor amongst what started out as our romantic dinner. We were covered in sweat and broccoli. Kevin grinned and said, "Did I get it in the right hole that time?" "Oh yeah. You definitely knew where to aim your stick that time." He laughed and said, "We need to do this again." I smiled and said, "You mean to tell me that Santa won't be the only one coming at Christmas this year?" "Christmas, Boxing Day, New Year's and everyday in between for the rest of our lives."