You can learn a lot about a man from his Christmas list.

My ultra-fit husband’s request at every marathon or triathalon is that I meet him at the finish line with a cigarette, a PBR pounder and a bratwurst. So it didn’t surprise me that the only thing on this Christmas wish list this year was this poster.

Smoke 'em if you got 'em.

I was also compelled to order the companion piece. To keep the set together.

Carb loading.

Of course, the holidays wouldn’t be complete without a graphic novel (last year was V for Vendetta) and oh my god we need some new Firefly material to talk about. I ordered volumes 1 and 2, but 3 was sold out at Amazon so I guess WE WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT HAPPENS.

I haven't even peeked yet. I know, such self control.

I planned to make this one-of-a-kind t-shirt for him because nothin’ says lovin’ like comparing your mate to a perfectly coiffed, sexy ad man from the 60s.

What would Don Draper do? Indeed.

But there are these things called copyright laws, so I chickened out. He’ll have to settle for this.

For my Hero of Canton.

He’s so lucky to have me. Merry Christmas!

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