I know, I know, Calmer Half and I share our bank accounts, our home, our marriage, pretty much everything (except the turkish delights, those are all his, and the kalamata olives are all mine). And I knew exactly what I was getting for Christmas (I'd already held it and tried it), and it was a toss-up as to which of us would pay for it, because shared accounts.
That doesn't matter. There are still important rituals that must be performed.
So Calmer Half dutifully ignored the gentle laughter of the gun store employees as he lifted the box, pressed it into my hands, and said "Merry Christmas."
Of course he got a kiss!
...and being a wise man, he was not at all slow to deny any possibility that he was going to make his wife wait until Christmas to shoot it.