Tree Talk

"Can we get a real tree?" He looks over to her pleadingly as they lay in bed.

"No."

"Please?"

"Will you be the one hoovering up all the needles?" Silence. "No, you won't."

"Niks...it's our first family Christmas,"

"No."

"I always had a real one when I was little," He doesn't give her time to speak before continuing. "And they smell amazing!"

"They make a mess!"

"I'll vacuum,"

"Don't lie,"

"Fine," He won't give up that easily. "I'll entertain you whilst you vacuum?"

"We are not putting a tree in our house. End of conversation."

"Wife." He sits up on his knees and puffs his chest out. "I am the man of the house, and I demand that we have a real tree," She couldn't help laughing.

"You go from begging puppy to masculine ruler?"

"Did it work?"

"Maybe,"