Ghost Of Christmas Present-less

(It is late afternoon on Christmas Eve. My husband comes into the living room while putting on his coat.)

Husband: “Hey, so how much is in the bank account?”

Me: “Looks like the mortgage went through today. We’ve got about $50 left in there.”

Husband: “What?! What happened to it all?”

Me: “Well, I spent about $50 extra on groceries this week for Christmas dinner; I told you that.”

Husband: “Well, that’s just great! I was going to go and get you a present for Christmas, but there’s nothing left!”

(He left it to late Christmas Eve to get me my present. Apparently, $50 “wasn’t enough”, so I got nothing.)