"Good. We'll make it a new tradition." Look at them both being so reasonable--right before getting high off their asses.

"You're telling me. Hell, I haven't even celebrated a Christmas in probably two or three years. But this, spending it getting cozy with the guy I love, I don't know if I could ask for much better than that." He hasn't even toked up yet and he's already getting sappy, this bodes well.

"Oh, but I did do a little something for you as a gift. Don't laugh, but I couldn't decide on something better so I... wrote you a poem. Maybe I'll wait to read it to you until after the reefer sets in--in case it sucks."