I wish I had a wife and kids with whom to be together during this holiday season. Exchanging gifts, enjoying each other's presence, just being happy together. Our adorable little ones getting to know just how intensely Mommy and Daddy love them. My darling getting to know just how madly I'm in love with her. I'd do my best to make sure that all of them are fully satisfied over these joyful days, never without smiles on their faces.

That's why once our children are sound asleep after a long day of fun for the whole family, me and my wife would snuggle together into our bed for our not-so-surprising tête-à-tête present-giving session. We'd unwrap our bodies, ready to reward each other's needy spirit and ignite the real spark of the feast. Entangled in each other's bodies, we'd celebrate enthusiastically and intensely all night long, reveling in the intimacy of this sacred holiday. In the end, my body would deliver my warm, white, sticky gift into her warm, fertile, unprotected hearth. She'd accept it eagerly and excitedly, moaning in anticipation. The little bundle of joy which she'd be giving back to me in return would unfortunately be nine months late. However, that would be a gift which both of us would be in supreme awe of. A gift not simply from her to me but also a physical emanation of our undying love for each other. The only gift that would truly make us happy to the core, ever. A gift which we'd never get tired of giving to each other.

Or maybe we could time our gift-giving so that our little angel would arrive just in time for the holiday, bringing an endless stream of joy to our whole family? We never know for sure when exactly these wonderful things would happen. All we're certain about is that the number of happy voices echoing through our house and the number of little stars illuminating our home will be greater and greater with each successive Christmas.