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Notes: This is a belated, belated birthday gift for Faramirlover. Enjoy!
The Gift.
It's that time of the year again; the days have grown shorter, the wind blows in colder, a time when people crowd stores looking for the perfect gift for that special someone in their life.
Not me; not this year. I knew what it is I am giving the moment I thought it. I've planned my gift carefully, gone over the moment when it's given, practiced its delivery and its acceptance. All I need is for you to say the magic words and you'll have it.
I stroll over to one of the large speakers and plant myself beside it. No one will talk to me here, not if they want to hear their own thoughts. Just as I want it. No distractions, I will be ready for you when you arrive.
The music will swell as I spot your familiar shade of hair by the coat rack. Our eyes will meet, and a smile that will brighten the room will appear on your face. The first stage of my plan is complete; getting your attention. Then, the second stage, which I have named, the greeting, will begin.
"Merry Christmas Harry," I'll say with a smirk.
"Merry Christmas," Is the automatic and correct response.
Next, I'll make a comment about the evening, I am thinking along the lines of; "It's snowing like mad, isn't it?" And again, I'll wait for a response; you'll say something like;
"Yeah, it's nasty out there."
After a few minutes of small talk about how I have changed the place for the Christmas party I'll causally let slip what I have gotten certain members of those in attendance. If I know you as well as I think I do, it will fill you until you ask;
"What did you get me?" Your joking tone will betray your curiosity.
I'll smile wickedly; the fourth and final stage will begin. I'll place my hand in yours and answer cryptically.
"The truth."