"My dear," he murmurs, lifting Watson's chin so that he could kiss his lips, "I could never find our life together disappointing." He pauses for another kiss, gentle and tender, before he continues.

"And as for the presents, I'm sure they will not be disappointing, as well, but perhaps just to be sure we aren't forgetting ourselves too much in all of this holiday tradition, perhaps we ought to open them now." He grins playfully, brushing his thumb against the line of Watson's jaw.