She’d known that he’d love the Dakota surfboard, and felt the warm glow of satisfaction that comes from buying the perfect present. Dan, in turn, had bought her the most divine pair of black leather boots, a new Synan O’Mahoney dress and an iPod loaded with some of her favourite songs. Her old one had fallen down the loo in Café en Seine about two weeks ago when she was out having drinks with her office crew. Listening to the familiar tone of Glen Hansard singing ‘Revelate’ put a smile on her face as she looked at Dan’s tall lean body and happy face and knew that he was perfect. They were perfect together, and this time next year they would be married and Christmas would be even better. ‘Amy, surf’s up!’ yelled Dan, flinging himself on to the bed and on top of her as they collapsed together, laughing. ‘Amy, do you want to shower first?’ he offered. ‘I’m going to watch The Snowman.’ ‘Sure,’ she smiled, ‘but we’d better get a move on or we’ll be late.’ It was such a temptation on Christmas Day to stay snuggled in bed or on a couch together, watching TV all day long, but she was due at her parents’ in less than an hour.
