Perfume... Christmas Memories #4

It was Christmas Eve day. My dad asked if I'd be willing to wrap something he'd bought for my mom. This was an unusual request because my mom and dad didn't exchange gifts with each other, minus the occasional box of cherry chocolates which were my dad's favorite. The gifts were always just for us kids. Curious, I agreed. He handed me a bottle of expensive perfume. He told me he'd spent time choosing the perfect scent, sniffing coffee beans in between each to ensure a fresh nose each time. I loved that my parents were still romantic with one another even after 20 something years.