The next morning Ethan and I awoke and sleepily wished each other «Merry Christmas.»
«What are we going to do today?» I asked him.
«We’re gonna chef it up,» Ethan answered joyously.
We had gone grocery-shopping two days earlier, and his small English refrigerator was packed to the gills with all of our ingredients.
«Cooking Christmas dinner will take most of the day,» he said.
I asked if he wished we had waited to open our gifts. I knew that Christmas wasn’t about presents, but there is always a bit of a letdown when that part of the holidays has passed. Although, for once, I had enjoyed giving more than receiving.
Fra boka Something blue av Emily Giffin.