Jingle Bells

Holly Jolly Christmas

Have a holly, jolly Christmas. It's the best time of the year...

"Nini, c'mon! We're gonna be late!" He calls out to to her as he paces in the living room.

"I'll be right there!" he hears her faintly reply.

She walks downstairs in a hurry, holding her shoes in one hand and holding her dress up with the other.

"I can't get this stupid dress zipped," she says, her stress and frustration evident in her voice.

"When you got it fitted you said it felt perfect," he said, kitting his eyebrows.

"It did." She turns her back to him and moves her hair out of the way. "Maybe the zippers just stuck or something. Or maybe I've just had too many Christmas cookies."

"You? Have too many Christmas cookies? C'mon, Mrs. Claus, I don't think that's possible."

"Does that make you Santa?" She asks flirtatiously.

"Absolutely not."

"Does that mean I'm cheating on Santa with the Grinch?"

"No."

"Oh yeah. You're more like the Scrooge."

"Okay, well, we can figure out who I am in the car."

He tries to zip up her dress and frowns when the zipper hardly budges.

"See? Too many Christmas cookies."

"Just... suck it in or something. We have to go."

She takes a deep breath, trying to suck her stomach in. He finally manages to zip her up, and then she sits on the couch to put her shoes on.

"Great," she groans. "These don't fit either."

"What's going on with you? Did all your clothes shrink?"

"No."

"Well, you don't look different."

She manages to pull her shoes on, and then she stands up, making an uncomfortable face.

"Can we go now?" Ricky asks, impatiently.

"You try having an entire wardrobe malfunction." She scoffs.

He rolls his eyes and grabs her hand, dragging her out.

"Why are your clothes suddenly not fitting you, babe?"

"They're too tight."

"Then maybe you should get bigger sizes."

"Are you calling me fat?!"

He looks over her, confused at how she jumped to that conclusion.

"Where in that sentence did I call you fat?"

"When you told me to get bigger sizes!"

"Nini, I didn't-"

"Whatever, Richard. I get it. I disgust you now." She pulls her hand out of his grip and marches to the car.

Ricky sighs heavily and closes his eyes before following her into the car. "Oh my- Nins, what is going on with you?" He asks as he gets into the driver's seat.

"Nothing's going on with me. But apparently something's going on with you because you suddenly hate me."

"Babygirl, I just told you to get bigger sizes if your clothes aren't fitting you."

"So basically, you think I'm fat, disgusting, and you hate me."

"I didn't say any of that," he says as he starts the drive to his parents house.