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.
«What else?»
«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.