Thanks to you, those six days of bliss me and Sailorboy had planned are gone. Presents will not be recived, reservations must be canceled, millions of kisses shall not be given.
You fucked up.
You said he had a ticket. You charged him for it. He got to the airport, and found that there was no ticket. There was no alternate flight, all were booked for the next four days. If you at least informed him of the problem when it happened, all would not be lost.
But you fucked up.
Well, hey, at least you gave him his money back.
It is Christmas, after all.
For you at least.