Not wanting to make any noise or sound, he cautiously looked around. With a hushed whisper and a smile so sweet, he tiptoes over to you, to hand something neat. A small box rested in his cold palm, offered to you, as a wish you’d stay calm.
“A present for you, my dear. You have been quite good this year. Will you keep this a secret, that I wasn’t here?”
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