Jack Robinson investigated the contents of the package his lovely wife had given him. He held up the green monstrosity and politely thanked her for her consideration.
'Why don't you wear it to Christmas dinner?' She slyly suggested. 'My parents have invited us this year.'
He agreed affably and did as she requested. He wore it to her parents' house for Christmas (much to their surprise) and she couldn't have been more mortally disappointed that he'd been so reasonable. Damn that man! She hurled down her knitting needles in frustration after he'd bid her goodnight. He hung it considerately over the chair instead of snipping it to tiny godforsaken pieces like she would have. She hated him for it.