"Three," we said together tearing into our presents. Paper was flying everywhere, including into the fire. A loud squeal was heard from Ella as a grunt of frustration was heard from me. I had gotten her a silver music box. When she opened it it played an old nursery rhyme that she liked, "You are my sunshine". I, on the other hand, was very frustrated due to the amount of spellotape on the box I unwrapped.