After picking out a teapot at the Steamtown Mall, Jim sat at his kitchen counter with a pen and a card. Christmas, he decided, is a time for telling people how you really feel, and so that's what he was going to do. The words flowed from his brain to the card, as he had known for years exactly what he would say if given this opportunity.
Pam,
First off, Merry Christmas, Beesley. Hope you like the teapot. In case you haven't figured it out yet, I, Jim Halpert, am Santa. In order to stay on the "nice list," I have to tell the truth. So, here goes.
Pam, I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you since I started working here, and every day I fall for you a little harder. You're funny, and you're warm, and you're sweet, and you're so cute. You have this laugh, and whenever I hear it it just kind of feels like everything's okay. I guess that's part of why I like making you laugh so much. I know you're with Roy, but I also know he doesn't make you happy. I'm not going to tell you to call off your wedding, but think about things, Pam. If you decide to marry him, that's your decision, and I'll try to respect it. I just needed you to know before it was too late.
Love you Always,
Jim.
Jim put the card in the envelope and wrapped it with the gift, leaving it on his counter so he wouldn't forget it the next morning. He wasn't a forgetful person, and he couldn't get the note out of his mind, but he was afraid the anxiety it was giving him would somehow cause him to forget. He didn't, and he sat over reception as Pam pulled all of the "bonus gifts" out of her teapot, snagging the card away when she wasn't looking. It just wasn't the right time. I mean, after a Michael Scott Christmas party? That's not the time for romantic declarations. He would have to wait. It was hard, certainly, to be so in love with someone without them knowing, but Jim would wait. He had a feeling, and he couldn't explain it, but he had a feeling he was waiting for his wife.