“It’s not what it looks like,” he said, frantically fumbling with the computer mouse.

She smirked. “That isn’t the Victoria’s Secret website?”

Failing to minimize the screen, he switched tactics. “I’m looking for your Christmas gift."

“Oh? And only 364 shopping days left!”

He stroked his beard and chuckled nervously, “Well, after all, I’m a busy man.”

“You work one night a year!” she snapped. “Besides, you have an entire workshop making gifts!”

“I wouldn’t trust them to make these things, would you?”

She tapped her foot.

“Ho! Ho! Okay,” he sighed, “I’ll go sleep in the barn with Rudolph.”