The Christmas present ticked.

"You got what for my mother?" my truelove said.

"A Ticky Prompt Machine."

"What on earth is that?"

"It's not what it looks like," I said.

"Okay, sweetie. Explain."

"Well, you know your mother said she really hated the holidays?"

"Yeah," he said. "She gets writer's block."

"Not anymore," I said. "A Ticky Prompt Machine inspires at the touch of a button."

"Excellent. I thought you had a bomb!"

"Not guilty, Your Honour."

"Accepted. But will it work?"

"It already has. She woke up ecstatic with a twist for her novel."

"Hooray! Top job, babe"

"Thanks."