Starsky sat down at the table opposite Hutch "You know, Hutch, Iím startiní taí think Iíve been doing this Christmas thing all wrong."
Hutch looked up from the bills he was doing. "What do you mean?"
"Always asking what youíre getting me. I think Iím doing it wrong."
Hutch smiled. "So what do you think you should be doing instead?"
"I think I should be worrying about what Iím getting you."
Hutch shook his head. "You donít need to get me anything, Starsk. You already gave me the best present possible," he said quietly.
"Oh yeah? Whatís that?"