"So what are you going to get Sybil for Christmas this year?"

Tom took a moment and sipped the Port. He nervously looked at Robert, then turned to Matthew who posed the question.

The dilemma: what to get Sybil…

Last Christmas, their very first, Tom and Sybil decided to get one Christmas present for the both of them, something that would be put to good use.

"Tom?"

Tom turned his head to look at his wife. They were in the small bookstore they frequented, looking for a book that they would both enjoy reading to each other. Two hours had already passed but they couldn't find a book they could agree on.

"Did you find something?"

Sybil's cheeks were burning red as she flipped though the pages of the book.

Tom walked over to her and placed his hand on the small of her back. She shivered at his touch.

He looked over her shoulder and saw the pages. Drawings and full descriptions…every night for one year. He pictured Sybil and himself recreating the pages, making her writhe and moan and scream in pleasure. The blood drained from the top of his head and headed south.

Tom only then realized that they were in a dark corner at the back of the bookstore. Alone. With this book.

Tom turned her to face him and pushed her into the shelves. He trapped her between his arms and pressed the length of his body onto hers. She moaned at the contact. His voice came out husky and breathless.

"Where did you find that book?"

Sybil snaked her arms around his neck, book still in hand.

"On the very top shelf."

Tom pressed his forehead to hers and breathed in her scent.

"We're getting this book."

Sybil giggled and nodded, but then pulled away. She looked into his eyes bashfully.

"I don't want the cashier to know what we're buying…He may look at us differently from now on…"

Tom nodded in agreement. He took the book from her hands and flipped it over. 15p.

He took the wallet out of his coat pocket and handed Sybil a 10p coin and a 5p coin. He stuffed his wallet back into his jacket along with the book.

"Give the money to the cashier and say that you found the money at the back of the store."

Sybil nodded and within a minute, they were running back to their cozy Dublin flat, ready to tackle the book.

It was a shame the book only lasted four months.

Tom smiled at the memory and was brought back to the present.

He still didn't know what to get her when suddenly an idea popped into his head.

'Sybil does love her Christmas Carols…'

He grinned at his brother-in-law, knowing exactly what to get his little minx.

"I don't know. I'll think of something."