- Simone, you're the greatest gift that a man could ever dream ... There is absolutely nothing and nobody that can happen to the ankle, it's Christmas every day when I look at you ...
- Bon Raoul, do you have not tired of the romanticism there, it trickles down to strength! Then my ankle, you take it, you put me on the shoulder and you like me to decorate a Christmas tree, in speaking of the true gifts you want me with hugs and garlands of magic ...
- ... But what you take at once? You can not tell me I'm your greatest gift too?
- But no! No, I can not tell you that, no! Because I adore you but a Chanel dress and a trip to the Maldives or a suite at the Ritz with access to the Spa for a week, it's also a nice gift, and you might be the ideal man, you can not afford the equivalent with your feelings and your sweetest words!
- Simone You've had enough, you make me swollen! I know thousands of women who would love to hear what I just told you under the tree!
- And I know all the others who love the compliments, but do not travel, does not perfume or do not dress with words! And that makes millions!
- Ok, I'll have a drink with Charles, I will back down when you're in the same world as me!
- You ask me a rabbit there?
- Yes! A beautiful Christmas Bunny, you're only dreaming to your taste for luxury in the rabbit's foot!
Simone takes Raoul in size, the strain against it, and pretending to kiss her neck. There, she slips quietly, whispering just:
- Raoul ... You are the greatest gift a woman can dream, but now you see, there's Father Christmas we look for a quarter of an hour through the living room window, and if I ever told you what you wanted to hear just now, he would have left immediately. He would have understood that no gift could not satisfy us or make us happier than we already offered every day since forever ...
Raoul mark time. Simone and then pushes it launches:
- Because you think you're the only one that tastes rich? You either you can not totally satisfy me with your words! I just love flying over your curves, you would not make the weight with the sound of the V12 Ferrari and the sweet music of a Jaguar E-Type! I love playing with extensions you, to the penalty shootout, but the exhilaration of a World Cup in Brazil with the travel that goes with it is incomparable, and a costume Gianfranco Ferre to 5000 could give me as much class as your gaze teenage numb!
- Ah disagree ... Oh Okay! I'll be having a drink with Paulette!
- You ask me a rabbit too? It's not really original ...
- That way they will be two, they can climb over, Santa Claus will mater and he will go home on time! Note, he would not lose much time if we had looked at us ...
Raoul, including his wife becomes seriously :
- But Simone, I do not understand, I did exactly like you and ...
- ... except that you when you say, there's this kind of ring of truth that rubs me the hair! Then go lead your jalopy in Brazil with your suit, and not just never hit me the prince charming!
There, Simone fate is a slap in Santa Claus and his balance:
- You, you're like Prince Charming, not t'existes! Why did you come to rob us? There's nothing left to steal my man, the only thing of value here was my heart, and you just make him cry with your bullshit! So you grab your sled and you free From !
Father Christmas, trembling with fright, while his reins whistles, rushes on his sleigh and disappeared into the moonlight and the clouds, leaving Simone speechless ...
Raoul, who attended the scene on the steps, throws him:
- Ah bah bravo, you interest to meet you how little I offer now, and for a while, because considering it is the same age since the dawn of time, I'm not sure there are elections in the coming months ...
Simone then grabbed a log and the killer look in background like an eagle on its prey, howling his rage! Raoul avoids it, and starts running around the house, in a meter of snow, pursued by his wife, his whole life, regret having been too greedy ...
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