Last night D and I were sat in bed when I (so excited about christmas) asked him what the worst present I could get him would be:
Me: Wha?? Why?
D: Because I said I wanted them two months ago and getting me something like that for Christmas would suck
Me: Hang on so your saying that getting you something you'd previously expressed a desire for would be a bad gift?
D: Well.. I...
Me: Uh-oh Your not going to like ANYTHING I've gotten you.
D: Well I mean...
Me: I'm gonna take them alll back tomorrow..
Me: Except the mudguards...were keeping those..
D: *muttering* The worst gift we could get is a puppy
Me: Shut-up Santa can HEAR you!
Me: *whispering* Dear Santa, please still bring me a puppy, lot's of love Holly
D's just a big old puppy hater.