The War of the Magi

Dangit! Just after I came home and put away the last gift for my wife, she comes beeboppin in with a couple bags that she secreted away from me.
Now I have to go out again and buy some freakin other thing. I'm getting fed up with this - I just want to come home and sleep already!

I did my part - I went out early this year and started stocking up on junk fer her. She must have sensed this. My intelligence indicates that she has piled up a mess of mess for me.

Why can't she stop? Why must this nonsence go on. I've checked and we have every card maxxed out, there is nothing left in the bank. I have a second job lined up to get us out of debt after the holidays.

I guess we're in for a Merry Christmas!