Fat Che's Little Brother does things with partridges and pear trees we don't want to know about.
I don't mind sharing the, um, climax:
"Oh, no," Fat Che's Little Brother said, holding up the package of gilded condoms. "I sold my Tower of Power to buy you this." Fat Che's Little Brother had in his other hand a bling-encrusted length of PVC pipe that had been painted silver, with metallic flecks.
Pab's husband nodded grimly and forced a wan smile. "That's a beautiful pipe, Fat Che's Little Brother. But I sold the gerbils to buy you the golden condoms."
The two husbands laughed bitterly for a moment, and then sat and shook their heads, each considering the inspirational selflessness of the other. It would be the merriest Christmas either could imagine. Plus, they'd **** anyway.